Miles X Gwen Novels & Stories

[Hey, I have something interesting to tell you. [What is it?] [I saw Gwen.] A photo was sent alongside Caleb's message. [I was visiting a friend in a small town down south, and I ran into her in an alleyway. I recognized her, but she didn't seem to remember me. We passed by each other in the streets, but I didn't stop her either. All I did was take this picture of her.] Rachel froze when she saw this, then clicked on the photo. It was indeed Gwen. She was wearing a beige floral dress, her hair spilling across her back as she made her way down a cobblestone street, holding a blue umbrella. She was just as slender and elegant as Rachel remembered her.

“Well, then, you ladies go about your business, and we will take care of things here. We will see you when you get home.” Gwen smiled at her son. “No doubt. I don’t have a hotel rented here, so I’ll be staying with you for the time being. When I heard the news about Bellweather and recognized that our family would be set back where it should be, I rushed out here in a hurry. In fact, Elena and I might even stop while we’re out and pick up a few things because I just tossed the bare essentials in my bag before leaving.” Gwen hooked her arm through mine and gave me a gleaming grin. “How would you like that, my dear? We’ll turn serious research into a bit of a girl’s day. You don’t mind, do you

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.

Her luck was so bad that today she was driving an old Mercedes and hit a brand new expensive Maybach. "I wonder whose car this is ......" "Mine." A man's voice rang out. Gwen was so startled that she immediately turned back, but her weakness made her unsteady on her feet. She swayed and was about to fall to the ground. Ulric hugged her, "Are you ok?" "It's just a stomach ache. I forgot to put the milk in the microwave this morning to heat it." Gwen tried to show she was fine, but the cramping pain in her stomach made her bite her lip.

Gwen asked standing on her tiptoes, trying to see what was on the screen. The woman looked at her with a puzzling face and Gwen felt her stomach freeze immediately. "Miss Miller, I'm afraid you can't board on this plane."

"Yes?" "My King," the voice on the other end said with urgency. "We tracked your mate, Gwen. She's in trouble." My heart clenched, wolf instincts on high alert. "What's happening?" “A lady, Nicole or so, has taken her. We're not sure why, but our sources indicate she's being held captive." "Location?" "An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the pack. Be cautious, My King. We've detected many guards." "I'm on my way." I ended the call, already moving as I tapped on my phone, calling my guardian, Jeff.

“I was only attacked by him twice. That’s not always.” Gwen rolled her eyes. Air brushed her bangs. “Fine. Whatever. But that ‘twice’ was also the two encounters of you on him.” She made sense. If Marvel attacked me again, he has the motive to hurt me. I don’t have to think about him that much. I can avoid him, but the thought circling in my mind about Mila and the possible truth about the death of Mom and Dad was inevitable to distance myself away from. … I was surprised that after my last class, Gelo was waiting for me outside our classroom. Gwen teasingly smiled because of that.

He looked up, his expression darkening. “Because it’s already started.” ** Gwen In a cramped apartment tucked away in the backstreets of Paris, Gwen was hunched over her laptop, her fingers racing across the keys. The glow of her monitor cast shadows on her face—intense, pale, and too quiet. She had witnessed much in years—war zones, tech failures, layered betrayals—but the image Adrian had sent? That photo? It changed everything. “I’ve seen some crazy things,” he muttered through the earpiece, shaking his head. “But Camille collaborating with Ethan Graves? That’s next-level betrayal.”

GWEN's POV Five years later... "Welcome to the Summerbell Villa, Madame Gwen." The wheels of the black SUV rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate, its towering iron gates parting to welcome me home after a few years ago. I let out a quiet breath as I glanced at my daughter, Kira, seated beside me. She was clutching her small stuffed bunny, her big brown eyes, peering out the window in awe. "Mommy," she whispered, her tiny voice filled with wonder. "Where are we?"

We have permission to be there for a week, and I will join you for the second week. I hope your training mission went well, and I look forward to hearing all about it when I see you. Take care. Isa.- 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.