Novel & Cerita X Gwen

After their last interview, Layla instantly recognized that voice. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. “What’s Gwen doing here?” she wondered. Sure enough, Gwen strolled up beside her, arms folded, eyes glinting with mock curiosity as she gave Felix a slow once-over. “You must be Felix Perry, right? Hi, I’m Gwen Harris. These days, I work as a reporter. “I actually caught wind of something about you recently—a little scandal involving a woman showing up at your family’s estate? Juicy stuff. Care to give me a quote or two? I’d love to share it with my team.”

She drifted to Lucille's side and nudged her, silently mouthing, 'Is that him? Lucille nodded. "Otto, let me introduce you. This is Gwen, my best friend. She's an interior designer." Otto smiled and extended his hand. "Otto Westbrook. Nice to meet you." Gwen stared at his hand for several long seconds before finally grabbing it. "Hi! I'm Gwen Taylor. I've heard about you forever. You were three years ahead of us, and by the time we got to school, you'd already graduated early, but your name was everywhere. The awards wall, the alumni board... you were basically a legend. You're so cool."

Gwen's POV I smooth my hands over the fabric of my dress, a deep purple and shimmering as a diamond. The skirt flares up at the bottom in a sweeping train. It's sleeveless, just enough to be comfortable but still show off my slender figure. My chest is completely exposed, a small round silver pendant dangles from my neck, and I swear, I love how feminine it looks against me. My lips curl into an impish smile when I remember wearing it first. It was my first night with Alpha Ace, including our family and other packs.

"And I can't blame her. Look at them. I've never seen a better looking couple, not even in the movies. Gwen always raves about my looks, but she's drop dead gorgeous and doesn't even realize it, but Steve does. He knew it even when she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans at the mall. He saw it before we did. This is going to be a romance for the ages!" Gwen had never been so nervous about the first day of school. She took a seat next to Charlotte and waited for attendance to be taken. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Angela Walker, looked over the room as she waited for quiet, and then she began. "Thomas Acker?" was the first name on her list. She glanced at him when he signaled that he was pr

Queen Normana suddenly spoke up. Gwen immediately straightened once she spoke. Queen Normana was a woman in her late forties. She had curly brown hair and a silver crown sat on top of it. Her dress was blue and it made her pop out in the room. She had a gentle but firm expression as she addressed Gwen. “Act-” “Gwen actually lives in Naudis with her parents.” Ace spoke up, cutting her off.

I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.” Trent shrugged, “Soon-to-be. You are not it yet.” He walked up to me towereing, his expression was unreadable. Then with deliberate calm, he took the woven cloak from my hands, held it up for all to see and dropped it into the nearby fire pit. Gasos and whispers erupted. A few disagreements but who had the courage to confront him themselves. My hardwork– a woven cloak I'd spent my entire day and even risked rain for ignited instantly in the flame, devouring hours and hours of devotion.

Gwen snorted coldly and said “if he has one, I can easily deal with her!” “You want to kill Joshua’s fiancé?” Locsin gasped in disbelief. Gwen was a control freak and with her ruthlessness, the answer was obvious. Locsin felt like Gwen didn’t even need to reply her. True enough, poker -faced Gwen already had the answer displayed on her face. “Kill? I think she’s the one who’s getting out herself. All I’m doing is giving her a slight push...” Gwen said nonchalantly. She made it sound like it was as easy as crushing and ant.

They smiled as they said, "He doesn't want you anymore. He doesn't want you …" "I'm going to call Sean." Seeing Gwen's dark expression, Caroline quickly stood up to make a call. However, as soon as she did, Gwen grabbed her. "No, Carol. Don't call him. I'm fine." "But you—" "I'm really fine." Gwen held her chest. "I've already mentally prepared myself for this. So, I'll be fine. I'm definitely …" As she spoke, she slowly got up from the ground. However, she didn't know what to do. She simply wandered around. Then, she could no longer hold back her tears, and they ran down her cheeks.

"Just finish your food. After this, you're spending an hour at the gym working everything out." "Awesome. I wanna be as big as TC so all the pretty girls would look at me too" Gwen choked on her drink "What?" *****************************************

"Come on get down from there." Gwen's shinny lips move into a pout. "Why? But I'm enjoying myself. My girls are free." Her breasts bounces as she shook them. She may not be a D cup but Gwen had enough to catch everyone's attention. Which she did without a hassle. I clench my eyes tight to reign in the migraine that was lurking behind my eyelids. "Gwen." I snapped. "Get down." My eyes peeled open to pin her with a nasty stare. "Now." I growled.