Miles X Gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

DYLAN Gwen closed her teary eyes. "I don't want to be dependent on you all the time. I need to make my own money," she replied, and then I let go of her and collapsed onto the bed frustratedly. "I offered you a business deal to model for my company's jewelry, and you turned me down in the name of another project you were already on. You turned down reputable brands like Nivea, Avon, Nike, Gucci, and Chanel, just to mention a few, to do this, Gwen?" I asked, and she crouched down and placed her hand on my knee.

"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.

Finally she stopped in front of a wooded door painted red. "Here you are. There are plenty of gowns and everything you need. I'll return to pick you up in one hour" Gwen announced. She tried to walk away but Analise quickly caught her wrist "Just so were clear. If you double cross me I'll kill you" Analise sneered. Gwen was stunned by her boldness and confidence. Maybe she did underestimate the little vampire. We'll find out soon enough… "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" Gwen replied snatching her wrist back. She gave her one final nod before taking her leave.

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.

Gwen laughed nervously, trying to shimmer the tension. "That's enough Aiden, stop scaring them," she waved her hands trying to lighten the heavy mood Aiden created with his words. "Besides," she gestured to the photographer. "Mr Fu doesn't have much time on his hands and he has some other Squads to snap, so chop chop people! Get into position," Gwen clapped her hands twice pulling them all away from their thoughts. "Yes! Let's do this!" Ethan said with glee. Ryan snorted as he crossed his arms, "I thought you were whining about taking a picture earlier on."

Grey responded as he exhaled deeply, and leaned back into the seat, closing his eyes momentarily, as Reuben drove through the highway. "Luna," Gwen called Maya as she knocked softly, and poked her head through the door. "Are you asleep?" She asked. "Come in Gwen, I'm not asleep," Maya answered with a light chuckle. She was seated on the bed in an upright position. Gwen walked into the room smiling. "There's a book fair going on in town today. I'll like you to accompany me," Gwen said, and Maya's eyes lit up.

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."

Stepping foot into the room, I froze. Gwen lay on the bed, her skin a deathly pale color. Her breathing was heavy and I saw a dark red mark on her arm. Some read marks began to decorate her veins and I knew it was from the mark. In the room was a large man with a scruffy appearance, a woman with red hair and a little girl with similarly colored hair holding on to the woman. A woman Gwen's age sat at the bedside and was mixing some ointments. She had black hair and green eyes that looked exhausted.