Miles X Gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

Pulling on yoga pants and a T-shirt, I left the bathroom so Leander could finish. Gwen and Willow were waiting for me by the door. I drew in a sharp breath at their appearance. They were stunning. Adorned in strips of buttery soft lambskin in periwinkle and ocean blue, Gwen's skirt rested so low on her waist, it barely covered her pubic bone, and ended mid-thigh, just a few inches beneath her buttocks, revealing her lean and muscular legs. Hazelnut brown skin played peekaboo behind hand-cut lacing that crisscrossed on each side of her hips. More strips of leather in similar blue tones wrapped around her breasts to create a halter.

Raisel's POV I adjusted my cocktail-blue outfit, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The makeup did its job, masking the dark circles, but it couldn't hide the exhaustion in my eyes. "You look beautiful," Gwen said with a warm smile. She was a vision herself, dressed in a sleek suit with a satin red blouse, black trousers, and matching heels. I forced a small smile. "Will Soren make it on time?" "He will. Rest assured," she replied confidently as we stepped out of her house.

He just spits out, becoming bland all of a sudden. Gwen then said goodbye. She droves off, so happy that soon the two most influential people in her life will ultimately meet. "Mi Amor, are you still up? I want to see you so badly. Could I come over?!" Gwen spoke to Gillian on the phone while on her way to Gillian's place. "Mi Amor.. Where have you been? This late, you are still on the road? Make haste.. I'll be waiting." Gillian responded as she yawned.

“I know, just go home safely.” “I always do.” Gwen’s eyes moves around, “Run away before I I make you. They can be here any minute.” She grabs my arm and pulls me away from the closed gate while I turn to stare at Estella one last time as she walks away. “I don’t think she will come here again. I don’t want her to.” “She will,” Gwen says as she rushes in to her room and closes the door, “I will keep in contact with her. The more people I meet, the more we will have on our side.”

Cole growled at Myra who flushed but didn’t say anything. “I know that she is a sex fiend but can you keep the sexual activities in the bedroom or at least not when we are in a meeting.” Carson groaned. Gwen was the one who leaned forward this time, a feat for her as her stomach was restricting her movement with great difficulty. “I cannot wait for your mate to be present for meetings like these Carson. I will enjoy Cole and Vince comments and I will relish them.” “My mate is dead.” Carson returned but Gwen shook her head.

Gwen had never held a hun before so she was nervous about that but took her mind off of it while running. It seemed like most of the soldiers ran around the field at a steady pace instead of sprinting and that was what Gwen decided to do. She had just run that obstacle course and almost run it again. She needed to be kinder to her lungs. As she ran she silently thanked Mr. Rickeys for all the cardio he made her do.

Gwen asked standing on her tiptoes, trying to see what was on the screen. The woman looked at her with a puzzling face and Gwen felt her stomach freeze immediately. "Miss Miller, I'm afraid you can't board on this plane."

Gwen said , sounding a little disappointed. ***** Few hours later , Gwen got tired of waiting for Liam . There's nothing in his office that interests her rather than Liam himself. She decided to take some pictures to relieve the moment and also kill some boredom. But after taking a few selfie's an idea got into her to take a picture of Liam's office and post it on her I*******m page and that she did . Walking over to Liam's chair she sat down , opened a blue file that was waiting for Liam's attention and took another picture.

Gwen’s bedroom smells like vanilla candles and the faint citrus of her perfume. We’re sprawled on her bed like we used to when we were sixteen—legs tangled under a throw blanket, fairy lights glowing soft above the headboard. Snow has started again outside, tapping the window like impatient fingers. Gwen’s propped on pillows, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of CK while she talks a mile a minute.

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."