Miles X Gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

- As soon as Gwen sees Professor Miles’ name, the name of the pack, and that she is going with him on her own, her eyes go wide, and something near terror fills her. Gwen hadn’t officially met Professor Miles, but for some reason she just didn’t like him, and she didn’t trust him, especially when it involved Isadora. After everything he had done to her, and now to be taking her to a pack that everyone knows is usually only open to the Royal family, he had to be planning something else. Just to confirm her suspicions, Gwen walked over to Isadora’s bedside table and picked up the journal that was sitting there. Flipping to the last few pages with writing on them, she quickly reads, tears burni

He slides it toward Gwen. Gwen opens it. She looks at the pages and her face does something I haven’t seen it do in a long time. She closes the sketchbook and looks up at Damien. “She hasn’t drawn anything in six years,” she says. “I know,” he says. Gwen looks at me. I look back at her and I don’t say anything because there is nothing to say that the sketchbook hasn’t already said. She puts her mug down on the counter. “I’m going to get my bag,” she says and walks out of the kitchen.

Hands roamed Gwen's body Mike twisting her nipples, Sara fingering her pussy, breaths turning to animalistic pants. Rotation blurred: Ethan next, his strap-on longer, reaming deeper, Gwen's asshole clenching visibly in reflections. Tara followed, petite but fierce, pounding with grunts that echoed. Derek's turn brought fisting depth, his lubed hand breaching her fully, wrist-deep twists making her howl.

I'm working my image out on becoming a somebody, and I I have fans, but for someone on Mick Vines' level, I'll always be a nobody. I smile and extend my hand. —Gwen Wix. His eyes narrow as he squeezes my outstretched hand. “I heard your name. Why did I hear your name? I'm stunned that there isn't even a hint of recognition in him. My stomach turns into big waves, and Tana jumps, sparing me the argument, whatever the explanation is about to fall from my lips. “I caught Gwen in the checkout line while we talked about how unpleasant it is to be in front of a gossip magazine.

She had to respect his wishes, especially when he had kept her safe for so long. She sighed and went back to bed, finally dozing off after chatting with Luna and Bonnie for a bit. The next morning, she received a call from Winson when she woke up. He sounded rather excited on the phone as he said, "Gwen, I'm at an art exhibition. Do you want to come? I saw a painting drawn by Mister Theo Allen here, and I think you're in his painting!" Gwen frowned. "Which art exhibition?" She was aware Theo had drawn a painting of Luna when Luna was studying in high school, but when did Theo paint her?

"It seems like Gwen is asleep. Let's put her in the room." Mirah agrees and gets ready to help Jess get up from her seat, although in truth, Jess doesn't need that help. Gwen is ten months old now, and her weight can be quite a strain on the back, but Jess always enjoys the moments when she can hold Gwen freely. It feels... just right. It makes her heart bubble with happiness and slowly closes the invisible gap. Her smile won't go away as long as Gwen is in her embrace. They arrive in front of Gwen's room, which is right next to the house owner's room - Fathia and Sebastian.

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

"Well, I wouldn't be leaving without your corpses, it was the deal I made with Yarkona as she rules your pack. Your kids are probably dead by now," Gwen's teeth grounded. "Take that back," "Why don't you make me," Make her? Gwen would surely shove those words back into her throat. Her smirk turned sinister and the air around her thickened, creating a circle of wind around her. "I bet you forgot I can manipulate air," "Your little power does not scare me," Tatiana got into a fighting stance. "We'll see about that!" *~*

the anti-fans snorted as they held hands and formed a wall. "Do you guys trust Christine's character that much?" Gwen asked with a deeper meaning. "Of course I'm not comparable to your cheap model."