Miles X Gwen Novels & Stories

Sean could feel a migraine forming the moment he saw Mia. He couldn't have cared less if it hadn't been for the fact that she was just 18 years old and unfamiliar with this place. This was her first time traveling abroad, too. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Gwen's expression was her usual one. Standing behind her, he wrapped a hand around her waist and said, "Morning." Gwen stiffened and glanced at his hand around her hip. The corners of her lips tilted up into a smile.

She needed the problem taken care of immediately and didn't want to hear any excuses. The pressed the door bell and didn't waste a few seconds before she pressed again... Gwen answered the door was surpised to see Gina again for the second time that week. She could immediately tell that something was wrong with Gina... She looked really mad and walked into the house without saying word. She walked right into the living room and found Michelle... Michelle was about to take a sip out of tea, but she dropped it when Gina walked in with an envelope in her hand... "Who is she?" Gina said, her eyes red with her... Gwen walked in also and Michelle exchanged confused looks with gwen... "Who are you

She pulled her robe closer to her body before she reluctantly moved closer to me. “Gwen, where have you been?” I asked. She seemed fazed and she took a glance at the back before returning her eyes to me. “I just figured that I need some fresh air,” she excused, avoiding my gaze. There was something weird going on with Gwen the entire time we were in Mexico. She looked unsettled and she was too hesitant to budge. I couldn’t discern if she was hiding something, but all I could think of was that maybe she just had a bad experience here in Mexico. She barely said anything when we talked to Paola, it must’ve something to do with her trauma with Fernando. She mentioned that she was almost killed b

Gwen was sitting straight-backed and attentive; she was asking precise questions and taking in everything Graham was saying. She was remarkable, and I was done pretending I could be in the same room with her and feel nothing. Our discussion ended, and Graham gathered his papers. I looked at Gwen, and she turned her head. Then our eyes met, and whatever she found in mine made something flash through hers before she turned away. "We'll be in touch before the week is out," I told Graham, and he nodded then closed his folder. He stood, and we shook hands; then he was gone.

Chapter 3: Gwen: The clock on the office wall said 8:47 when I finally closed the file. My back was hurting and my eyes felt awful like someone had rubbed them with sand. I had been sitting at my desk since seven that morning which translated to thirteen hours of working on contracts for a firm that paid me just enough money to keep me happy that I have a job but not enough to add to my other jobs and get exactly just by. Omega work. That was what they called it when you had no pack backing, no Alpha's seal on your employment record, no one to call if the hours stretched past decent.

I urged, and he looked at me and looked away, smiling. "No way," he linked me, and I sighed. "I can't believe you expect me to go to bed." Gwen began, "I have been in bed for two days. Two days, Mason." she complained, and I gave up. I was about to sit next to her when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller Id, and it was Ingrid. "Hello," I answered. "Good evening Alpha Mathlaw," she said, and I replied. "How is Luna Mackenzie doing?" She asked. I wondered why she would be concerned about Gwen, and I did not think it was her business, but I chose to humour her.

And then I see it, a little cave, it was easy to miss but not when the efficiency of both of my senses were in fight or flight mode. Suddenly, I hear it. The sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate steps. I freeze, my heart stopping. Before I can react, strong arms grab me from behind. I struggle, but my body is slammed into the cold, unforgiving earth. "Where do you think you're going, Gwen the dancer?" a voice sneers above me. I look up, Miles. The young Alpha of the Red Grove pack. His eyes gleam with malice as he stands over me, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

“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.”

the clothing seller replied. Gwen frowned in bewilderment. 'That's so bizarre!' With her stomach rumbling, Gwen decided to look for a nearby diner, hoping to grab some meat pies, beef stew, or any proper meal. She spotted a cozy diner near the market entrance close to where she had parked her scooter. Gwen promptly sat down and ordered a traditional Aussie beef stew, a favorite of hers—strictly without bean sprouts or extra greens, as she despised vegetables. As she enjoyed her breakfast, Gwen couldn't stop thinking about the old man. It was only now that she realized she needed to ask him a crucial question: how could she return to being Hans’s wife once she had gathered a small fortune?

Michelle suggested. "It'll be an honour. I heard your husband bought the red..." They spoke as they head to the terrace. Ethan heaved a breath of relief. "The worse is over..." . . Gwen was at the company. She was done for the day. She was heading out when she saw her teammates. "Gwen? Is it true?" "What's true?" "You're dating boss" "No, I'm not" "You are staying at the Croydon manor?" "No, I'm not" she said.