Unmasked Spider Gwen Novels & Stories

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

" For some reason, Gwen could not help finding Tara's smile fake and deceiving. She did not understand why Tara had to deliberately mention the fact that she and Joshua were not actual blood relatives. It was as though she was not saying this as a fact but as a means of bragging. What was there to brag about? Gwen could not wrap her head around this. however, despite her confusion, she still smiled and shook Tara's hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Tara. I'm Luna's friend, Gwen Larson." "I know your name's Gwen Larson." Tara grinned and swept her gaze over Luna's entire body. "You're Luna's best friend, so I've heard everything about you!"

I tell him, holding his gaze. I refuse to be intimidated any longer. If this vampire wants to go against me, I know a really good sun spell that will knock his ass back a few paces. “That explains how you came to work for Beta Trevor, but not Beta Gwen,” Alpha Wyatt says. “Beta Gwen learned from her father. Her threats were just as valid as his.” I say. “Can’t you just undo your little spell?” Phiren, the elf, asks, just as condescendingly as Alpha Wyatt.

she was so looking forward to it. ______________________ ______________________ "She is a kind of...eccentric," Gwen said to Caroline and Hazel the next morning... they had to go to the southern coven, but she wanted to explain to them how things were there before they left... Their leader wasn't someone to be messed with... "Good way or bad way," Hazel asked, and Gwen sighed deeply... "Both," She responded... "She might not be too welcoming to the both of you, so please let me do the talking," Gwen said, and they nodded... Gwen sighed deeply, took the knife out of her pocket and started to recite a spell as she sliced her wrist, and her blood started to spill on the ground... she used her b

Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. We may need to have a proper discussion about this." Guinevere spoke as if she was siding with Gronta, but her very light smile said otherwise. "By the way, I noticed a certain familiar spider in the group. Do you remember me, Theraphosa Arachne?" Almost everyone was surprised to hear Guinevere mentioned that name. None of them had thought that the elf queen and Theraphosa knew each other. "Of course, your highness.” Theraphosa said while bowing her head.

Gwen said, and Derin began to laugh at her. " Taking on two Alphas was quite ambitious, Mackenzie. I guess you now have limitations," He said, getting up. Marcus and I were about to warn him when Gwen shifted and lunged at him with so much strength and speed. Her teeth were at his throat with her standing on his chest with his back against the ground. The look on their faces was priceless. Derin tried to shift but couldn't, and that was when I noticed Leah'claws were silver. The other Alphas backed away slowly.

Umber says. Still I don't stand from my position with my knees to my chest. Dread is a living thing within me. I couldn't do this without Malcolm. I couldn-- Hands grasp my face. Umber pulls my gaze to her's. "Look at me. You," she spells out slowly, "have. Got. This. Say it after me." My mouth moves. "I..." She expels a breath, eyes softening. "Gwen. You battled an entire Eld army and you're scared of your own wedding--"

I could see his chiseled jaw from under the material, with a light stubble on his face but his eyes were hidden. "And this is the famous hybrid Scarlett Baranov, mated to Jaxon, I can't wait to see what you can do," the man spoke in a menacing rough voice and even though I couldn't make out his eyes, the imagination of them looking right at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. While Scarlett's presence comforted me, his own had hairs in the back of my neck standing. Everything about him screamed darkness and I couldn't deny my calmness at that moment faltered. "Can we get this over with Tristan." Gwen ground the words, her previous fear having already evaporated. She now had a warlock and do

he asked sternly, his eyes fixed on her, his training radiating from his presence. Startled, the woman turned to face Lark, panic flashing in her eyes. Instinctively, she attempted to flee, but Lark swiftly closed the gap between them, his hands firmly grasping hers to prevent her escape. In that moment, her scarf slipped from her face, revealing the features of a person Lark knew all too well— Gwen Lark's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Though he had never truly met Gwen, her face had an undeniable familiarity. Caught off guard by her unexpected presence, his composed demeanor faltered momentarily, causing him to stumble over his words.

"I feel the same way." Their hands were darkly hard, both of them looking into each other's eyes, and in just a few seconds they had been secretly battling back and forth with their eyes. "I'm Ulric," Ulric introduced himself briefly. "Hi." Gwen shook Ulric's hand, but his grip tightened as she tried to draw it back. Gwen looked up at Ulric, who gave her a meaningful look. Gwen was a powerful woman who attracted attention among men, but in front of Ulric, she had some stage fright. She pulled her hand out of Ulric's hand again with force and gave him a quiet glare.