Miles X Gwen Novels & Stories

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.”

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

When Gwen clears her throat as a cue for me to speak, I turn to her and smile, “I didn’t know you work as an assistant to an agent. Does Dad know? Because I think you told him you were working somewhere else. I just don’t remember where.” Her smile gets plastered on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Okay,” I just say, pretending to look around when in reality, I just want to wallop her head and run downstairs to tell Mikhail to get out of here. “Do you get commission when Jane makes a sale?” “Yes,” Gwen says, trying to make her tone light but her annoyance is simmering to the surface. “Yes, I do make lots of commission.” “Okay,” I say again, this time not adding anything m

“Are you sure? I will leave you alone?” “It’s fine.” Gwen said, nodding. “It’s only going to be for a few minutes anyway.” “Okay then. Stay here, and don’t move a bit. I’ll be back.” Gwen heard her footsteps leave, and to stop her anxiety from appearing again, she began to count. By the time she reached a hundred and twenty, she heard Sheryl’s familiar footsteps coming her way. “Get up,” She said, putting her arm around Gwen as she helped her up. “Someone agreed to help us.”

“I know. But still… Gwen said she’d check on you if you need anything. She’s right next door. Don’t hesitate to ask her for help.” Gwen. Just hearing her name made something stir in my shorts. She’s been mom’s best friend since college, and has been a widow for three years now after Josh passed. She was forty-seven, but damn, she didn’t look it. She was curvy in all the right places, full breasts, thick hips, and that confident way she carried herself. I’d jerked off thinking about her more times than I cared to admit. “I’ll be okay, Mom. I promise.”