Miles X Gwen Novels & Stories

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.

I wondered what it was that she was buying. "Hey, Dyl." A familiar feminine voice distracted me. I looked in front of me to see where the greeting had come from. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Gwen sitting opposite me. She was wearing a royal blue trenchcoat, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun. Her face told me she wasn't doing that well. She had a bruise on her forehead, and her eyes reflected restlessness and sadness. "Gwen, what on earth are you doing here?”

Gwen had arrived at Michael's door wearing a sheer black lace bustier with black stockings and a matching g-string. Maggie gaped at the woman briefly before turning toward the door. "I've gotta go," she muttered. Michael followed her. "Mags, please…" Maggie couldn't look at him. She felt too foolish. The last thing she wanted to do was to break down and cry in front of the two of them. As she pulled open the door, she heard Gwen's laughter. "Really, Michael. Don't you think a pity-fuck is beneath you?"

Gwen muttered with a frown. If she failed this mission, she'd be reprimanded and lose her mentor's trust. "Wherever you are, I'll find you," she said coldly. "And when I do, I'll grind your bones to dust. A half-breed of the Drake family like you isn't meant to exist." Once Queenie confirmed Gwen had left Javonbury, she contacted Ashton. "Ms. Nolan, what's up?" Ashton asked, caught off guard as he made his way to the Skybound Club in Linton Island. He hadn't expected her to call at a time like this.

she gestured to Timothy. "I recognize him," Gwen replied. "On October 10th, Timothy came to the brothel, and I served him the entire night…" "You're lying!" Timothy instinctively argued. Gwen looked aggrieved. "If you noble ones don't believe me, I can tell you about the moles on his body, and the gold ingot he gave me." "Gwen is the number one prostitute of Logan Terrace," Jane said. "I'm sure Timothy went there after hearing about his fame."

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.

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.

"I’m off now. See you later, Mrs. Dominic." Gwen smiled, though uneasily. Her gut told her the caller might be Rachel. But she brushed off the thought, determined not to dwell on it. After all, she had a busy day ahead. To save time, Gwen took the elevator up to Dominic’s office. Within seconds, she arrived, cleaned up a bit, and started her work. By 9 a.m., Gwen was fully engrossed in her tasks, responding to numerous emails sent by Dominic's secretary. So focused was she that she didn’t even notice when Mayden entered with a snack and iced chocolate.

" How could he do this ? Why did he ? Just when I'm about to throw Chloe out of the way and make Liam mine , he turned the table around !" Gwen growled , stomping her foot on the ground in annoyance. Arrgh ! She grabbed a handful of her hair pulling it hard till her scalp stung, the pain she felt in her scalp soothed my mind a bit. Just then her phone rang startling her a bit , she picked up her phone, it was an unfamiliar number knowing it could only be one person picking the call . " I'm sure , you must have seen the news ! The location will be sent to you, be there in an hour." The voice behind the call said, authority laced his tone .