Spidergwen X Miles Mga Nobela at Kwento

Still, something about him felt different this morning — alert, like he was aware of more than he let on. “You seem troubled, dear,” Maggie said, with her kind, discerning eyes watching Gwen closely. “Did something happen?” Gwen hesitated. “I… didn’t sleep well. I had a strange dream. And this morning, I found—” she stopped herself, then sighed. “There were bear tracks under my window.” Maggie’s brows rose, but her composure didn’t falter. “Tracks?” she asked innocently.

"You should meet my bats, Milady. You should see how lovely they are." Zezi tsked. Gwen was relentless. "Thank you for the invite, I might consider it in future." That was when it hit her. She had forgotten that she was supposed to keep her distance from Gwen so that it wouldn't affect her mission, by making her see the vampires in a different light. But was that really needed? Did she really need to keep her distance and be cold to her? Gwen had done nothing wrong, in fact, she might.... like her?

Fenghuaug responded. “Let's go and check” Xoxo suggested, but Fenghuaug shook her head “lets us don't go, Dad, has asked us to visit the Hosa family, that is the reason we left the base” Xoxo pouted and stared at the treasure blue light in the sky unwittingly, Fenghuaug turned around and returned inside the cave. The wisp of Miles's divine spirit merged with Miles, and his entire body was covered with a blue flame. He stood on his feet and walked towards Sneaky who was lying on the floor, he looked at her with his eyes glowing with white light.

"Yeah?" "It's me." Elena's voice. Alive. Free. Garrett nearly dropped the phone. "What—how—" "Long story. Where's Xander?" "Twenty miles from the Obsidian Spire with forty wolves ready to burn the place down." Garrett was already pulling up maps. "Where are you?" "I don't know. Driving north from—from wherever they were keeping me. There are mountains. Pine trees. A two-lane highway." "That describes half the territory. Give me landmarks."

While I talk to my group, he talks to Raptor and Siren, giving them another source to check out. “Oh shit!” Venom says. Hijack stands behind me, looking over my shoulder. “Venom?” he asks. “That was a fucking wolf. Not a shifter, but a real wolf. Well done, Sphinx,” he says. “Thanks,” I say. When they each hit the two-mile mark, Raptor calls the team back. “Okay everyone, back to camp. We’re going to get some sleep and start again first thing in the morning,” he says.

“No, no, not now. You’ll cum only when I tell you to.” “Do you understand me?” She lifted a stern gaze to me. “Yes,” I bit out, groaning when her mouth covered my cock. Gwen sucked my cock like she was being paid a large sum to, worshipping every inch of my dick and lapping up the precum at the tip of it every time it dropped. Everytime I felt like I reached my climax, she would pause her movement and the cycle continued, torturous for me but satisfying for her. “Beg me Xavier, beg me for your release,” she hummed, leaning back with a wicked smile.

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.

TWO WEEKS LATER Gwen woke up in her apartment and felt a moment of panic before she realised where she was. This is her home now, and it will be for the next four years. She took in a deep breathe as she stood up and went around her morning as usual. Sometimes she couldn't help but feel lonely, sure she has a friend in this world but she miss her former life and walking home from work and passing a dark alley at night did this to her. It turned her into a vampire.

Marcus The incident that happened at the meeting made us proud, but it also baffled us. Gwen had silver claws. It was something that should be impossible for her to have. She was a wolf, and she wasn't immune to silver, that was why she was in her present condition. As much as it was a much-welcomed development, it troubled me because I was afraid, that it might still be poisoning her system.

My thoughts are cut off when I hear a she-wolf, the owner of the unfamiliar scent, begin speaking next to my head. “Hello, my name is Gwen.” Something about her voice soothed my fears, relaxing some of the tension within my chest. Her voice effectively shuts down Brady’s words in my mind, and I listen intently. “I am twenty-three years old, and I enjoy crocheting and writing in my journal. It seems that I am going to be joining the Blood Moon pack as the new therapist, as your therapist. That is only if you’ll have me, Luna?”