X Gwen Novels & Stories

She inquired with an amused smile on her face. Gwen blushed hard as she picked up a dress to hang it in the wardrobe, just so she could avoid meeting Maya's gaze. "Is that a yes?" Maya asked, noticing her silence. "I don't know," Gwen replied, an hint of amusement in her voice. "My goodness, you do have a crush on Zing," Maya exclaimed, pointing out the obvious. "Tell me," she urged her when she would not speak. Gwen straightened up. "Fine, I do. I did back then, when I was still a goddess and I did also when I became an omega," she replied with a nervous smile.

“There! You have some fluids.” Gwen threw her head back and laughed but at the same time, shook her head, “That’s not enough. Hold on, I have an idea.” She went over to his wardrobe, opened the middle drawer, and dug around before she pulled out a tube of an intimate gel. She held it up triumphantly. “If we put enough of this on, he would wake up feeling all sticky and gross.”

Gwen looked at them, slumped as she shook her head helplessly. "I'm going to the washroom." Coming out of the room, Gwen did not actually head to the washroom straight away. Instead, she went to the balcony at the end of the corridor upstairs. As she stood and felt the cold breeze, she took a few photos with her phone and made a social media post. [I don't miss you that much anymore today. Is this a good sign?] At the same time, in another private room in the restaurant…

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

"Good girl. Let's get back to studying." Gwen skipped all the way back to the study very happy that her father's dream had finally come true. She would no longer see that defeated look in his eyes anymore. She got to the study and paused by the table to wait for Alexa who was yet to come in then she went to the window and looked out smiling when she thought about the fun that'd come later but her smile faded as she began to feel lightheaded and though she tried to hold on to something but she found herself falling to the ground and the last thing she heard was Alexa calling her name.

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the

------------ Forgive my rudeness, I cannot abide useless people. -Marcel. ------------ Marcel rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't even let you near me or her, go play your little games on those idiots out there." Gwen's hair flew as if she wanted to stone Marcel like Medusa, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, it's just that I have more toys to play with heh~" As Gwen said she thought about Dolores's face. Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples.

"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 covered my face with my hands when she did it again, A gnawing irritation built up within me, causing me to clench my jaw and narrow my gaze at her. Gwen was my mum's choice of partner and Axton's mate's best friend. We dated briefly before I called off the relationship. "What the hell are you doing here, Gwen?" Her lips curled upward like a fat Cheshire cat, displaying a mischievous grin that spread from ear to ear. "Just wanted to keep you company. Is that so wrong?" Her hands went to the zipper of her skimpy sundress and she slid it off her shoulders, exposing the smoothness of her milky skin

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con