Miles X Gwen Novels & Stories

He took a seat, his head bowed as he stared at his phone, its screen still lit. The single tick under the text he sent was particularly jarring to look at. … It was already late at night when Tiffany's allergies were finally sorted out. Xavier gave her a ride back to her apartment and parked outside the building, but didn't get down from the car. Tiffany took her seatbelt off and gave Xavier a measured look. "Would you like to come up for coffee, Mr. Harrington?" "No, thanks," was his reply. "Mr. Harrington, Serena—"

I wondered what this odd feeling was. *Gwen's POV* I had left the house very early today. Rex invited me to join his family at the table. I really wanted to but I needed to Do something more important first. After a long journey into the town, I reached the shop I was heading to. Entering the Shop, I saw The man I was there to see. I walked to him and exchanged pleasantries. “You are here earlier than I expected misses Gwen” He said as he shook my hand gently.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

He had a sister, A Beta who gladly welcomed her to spend the night. " The latest information is that Gwen's most of the calls and the number in Vivian's call list, are the same. The location of the number is Magree, Swamp Forest. Possibly, the person who used to send emails is someone you might know." " And?" " Gwen's family members are possibly close to Vivian. Last Christmas, Gwen happened to visit her family. And in a photo of their Christmas day, Vivian was there. But most surprisingly, Vivian seemed to be close to a man. I have no data in our database. He isn't a family of Gwen. According to our database!"

I tried to assure her. Gwen looked at me and winced. Immediately, I let go of her, and she continued walking. “Where are you going?” “To work, but I have to go to the bus terminal.” She told me. I was surprised. The bus terminal is ten minutes away by car. If you walk, you need at least double that time to get there. I looked at my watch. Saw that Gwen’s going to be late. “What happened back there?” I can’t contain the curiosity in my head, so I asked.

With a sigh, she used the speed dial on her phone. "Charlotte, I need you to pick me up. I'm stranded on Henderson Road, about halfway between the river and the farmer's market. I'll explain it to you when you get here. Just hurry, please," implored Gwen, as she drew her jacket tighter. "Go slow and I'll step onto the side of the road when you get close." In a surprisingly short time, Gwen saw Charlotte's lights as she drove down the now abandoned highway. As Charlotte approached, Gwen stepped from the darkness and waved. The car pulled to a stop next to her and Gwen opened the passenger door.

Gwen pushed him to the side, looking at the map once more before she walked off. Ace didn't say anything and still followed along behind her. Gwen stopped a couple timed to catch her breath or drink water but she kept a steady pace the entire time. She would have wanted to run but that would burn her out faster. Gwen was a soldier and she should be able to withstand such conditions. She should be able to run through a town that was covered in inches of snow and still reach her destination on time. But all she did was fight in a war, what would she know about all that other stuff.

The third one answered. "It tastes delicious." The second one said as he sipped his coffee in pure joy. ********** Gwen drove back home in her bike and parked her ride in the garage beside Gia and Giselle's cars. "You're back already?" Gia asked munching on the popcorn as all of them watched a movie. "I said I will be back soon." Gwen said joining them. Gwen had been away for an hour before being back home. The thirty minutes were spent in Brandon's house while the rest up above. Time flies fast up above, so it didn't matter in their plane.

Gwen Everett's superior, Chief Anton Boyle, immediately spoke in a stern voice. "Are you sure about that, Dr. Hopkins?" Just then, Gwen's phone rang on the surveillance camera monitor. She glanced at it for just a second before her expression changed immediately, and she abruptly stopped what she was doing. After hanging up, she immediately dialed my phone multiple times. She called me 18 times, but I never picked up a single one. I repeated into the phone and said, "My wife, Gwen Everett, claimed to be on a classified business trip tonight, but it turns out that she was having a secret rendezvous with someone at a hotel, and she also rejected the internal surveillance call.

He looked visibly startled, "You're getting a better hang on the emotional bond than I am." "What do you mean?" "I can't sense your emotions. None of them." Cain then walked out with a small sad smile. … The following day came around, but there was no sign of Cain anywhere around the mansion. Morgana came around for a bit, we discussed some spells and other ways to prepare ourselves. "We have a coven meeting in a week's time, I expect you'd be there." Was the last thing she said before she left. It was sometime close to seven, when there was a knock on my door. "I love the dress." Sheila said with a wide grin.