Smg4 Oneshot Wren Novels & Stories

“I’ve had a hell of a day. I’ll eat the calories you can’t have.” When Dimi asked Wren if she was Ares’ secret weapon, she couldn’t help herself and quipped she was at least a secret which earned her a hard stare from Ares. She flipped him off under the table and felt Darya’s hand squeeze her knee in comfort. She wanted to turn the table upside down and storm out. She kept her face placid exactly the way Lois would have trained her. “Do you have a boyfriend, Magda?” Wren broke into her thoughts with the intrusive question.

But his age says he's actually way older, just having a baby look. “Nahh, uhm,” she chuckled, stealing a glance at me. “I mean, yes I can remember a little. There was a time I had my eyes devoid of light and vision, so this could be him.” “Could?” I pushed in again. “It is him,” Wren lay her shoulder on my head, I felt a tear drop on my skin. I'd opened the inner white collar, showing my naked and hairy chest. She was crying. “Hey shush, it's alright. I got you okay?” I said, holding her face between my palms to stare at her.

Wren was all over the chat, bombarding him with questions. [Shane, why go after other women? You said it was just an act, right? Why do this now?] [Don't you like me anymore? You said I was your treasure, didn't you?] [I even got a divorce for you. Those other women are nothing compared to me. Please come back! I'll make you happy!] Wren was losing her mind, and Shane was so annoyed that he just pretended not to see her comments. He planned to continue with his live stream.

I make an effort to wipe the tears in my eyes. Wren turned away from what he was doing, he almost flew towards me then hugged me tightly. Gently stroked my back. “Shhh… okay. Just cry Carnation. I'm just here, I told you, didn't I? No matter what happens, I'm just here, I promised to be your big bro, right? ”

Rose murmured, eyes flickering with reserved sympathy before turning away. Wren nodded and splashed across the flagstones, the umbrella bobbing awkwardly above her. To the outside observer—Ophelia in her car, Sam on the security network, even the household staff—Wren appeared as a compassionate friend. But Ophelia knew the glint in Wren’s eyes was ambition.

That’s going to change. Wren is finally ready to go. It took her longer to get ready as she is nervous about how she is presenting herself. This is our second outing in public. While our first one went fairly well, minus the issue with Lorna, I know Wren is still nervous. However, right now, she looks stunningly beautiful in a rose pink wrap dress with nude pumps. Her hair is in soft curls, and her makeup is simple yet elegant. She looks every part of a Luna even if she doesn’t fully feel it.

Me, she wants to wait for me. “And if they are mates?” She asks. I give her a sidelong glance. “Then there wouldn’t be an issue,” I say flatly and look back again. “Hmm. Not all mates are meant to be.” She says in a whisper. I opt for silence, yet again not sure what to say or sure of what the Luna wants to hear me say. After a few moments more, she says her goodbyes and leaves alone as Tank calls for a break. Wren spins on her heel, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every deep inhale of air. She jogs over my way when her eyes find mine watching her and she grins. She doesn’t stop or shy away, no. This beautiful woman fucking grins at me and continues coming my way. A lioness stalkin

Wren smiled and walked to the living room to join Max and Dillon. “So, how is she really doing? Should she even be home yet?” Max asked Wren when he walked into the room where he and Dillon were already back to their game. “She’s OK. She still has a lot of healing to do before she can return to work,” Wren answered as he dropped into a chair. “What about you?” Max asked him. Wren was sitting watching Max and Dillon play their game as he rubbed the bandage above his eye. He looked at Max, who had glanced at him and saw him rubbing his head.

Hunting. Draven grabs me, dragging me back. “We have to go, now, she’s not stable.” “She saved Caiden,” I say. “She chose a name, she—” “She just killed a man for pointing a gun,” Draven says. “Gerald made her, Wren, he’s still in her head.” Gerald laughs, walking down the ridge like he’s out for a stroll. “She’s my finest work, emotional, loyal, lethal, everything you weren’t, Wren.”

" Gwen ... He mumbled softly. He looked sweaty and sick. He was laid on a bed beside a fireplace. His shirt was open, down to the last button. His torso was exposed. His forehead creased in pain at intervals, despite the cold towel. " Gwen." He said again in a whisper this time . The strange man looked like a wild wolf, he had their scar. An arrow mark that ran across their hands. They could shift any time , they found it hard to control their powers. I shuddered as I turned restlessly on my bed. "No! noo!!." I shrieked and woke up in tears. "No." "We're no longer mates, you're free." I sobbed, hugging my pillow in tears.