X Gwen の小説・ストーリー

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

“Lawn’s done. If you need anything else later, just call.” Gwen didn’t move from the back door. She leaned against the frame, arms still crossed under her heavy tits, pushing them up so her cleavage looked even deeper in that tight white tank top. Her eyes were locked directly on my crotch, she wasn’t even pretending to look at my face anymore. She stared openly at my throbbing erection, biting her lower lip again.

Gwen Xavier was looking smart in a black shirt and tailored pants. The shirt exposed the right amount of chest to keep necks turning. "You look elegant Gwen" he commented. Oh thank you but I don't understand why I had to dress up this much just for dinner. "You're maid, Martha was very particular about me looking perfect, I think something is wrong with her. Although I pushed her away in anger maybe help me apologize to her later. "Oh Martha can be a bit extra sometimes." it's the chuckled "Don't mind her please, I apologize "

I snapped, and she raised her hands in defence. Gwen smiled a bit, and I was glad she was not offended by Brenda’s intrusive questions. I barely knew her for long, but I could tell that the two women sitting beside me had contradicting personalities. Brenda was more outspoken and blunt, while Gwen was more on the timid and introverted side. “It’s fine. Honestly, I think Alpha Xander is a good man,” she started, and my brow hiked subconsciously. “Come on, dear, there is no need to lie. You can trust us,” I said, and she shook her head negatively.

she said for Zach to nod and left. Gwen couldn’t stop smiling as she stood up too and left the restaurant. She went shopping and shop new elegant and elite dresses with her monthly payment, she bought beautiful shoes and a lot of things to make herself look like the elite girl Maria once told her she wasn’t and could never be. Inside the little apartment, Mr Mateo sat worriedly waiting for his daughter who stepped in with shopping bags of different stores and brands. “What’s all this Gwen?” He angrily asked but his daughter didn’t respond as she rushed upstairs to arrange her things.

He had a sister, A Beta who gladly welcomed her to spend the night. " The latest information is that Gwen's most of the calls and the number in Vivian's call list, are the same. The location of the number is Magree, Swamp Forest. Possibly, the person who used to send emails is someone you might know." " And?" " Gwen's family members are possibly close to Vivian. Last Christmas, Gwen happened to visit her family. And in a photo of their Christmas day, Vivian was there. But most surprisingly, Vivian seemed to be close to a man. I have no data in our database. He isn't a family of Gwen. According to our database!"

Pulling on yoga pants and a T-shirt, I left the bathroom so Leander could finish. Gwen and Willow were waiting for me by the door. I drew in a sharp breath at their appearance. They were stunning. Adorned in strips of buttery soft lambskin in periwinkle and ocean blue, Gwen's skirt rested so low on her waist, it barely covered her pubic bone, and ended mid-thigh, just a few inches beneath her buttocks, revealing her lean and muscular legs. Hazelnut brown skin played peekaboo behind hand-cut lacing that crisscrossed on each side of her hips. More strips of leather in similar blue tones wrapped around her breasts to create a halter.

he said before I could say anything. "She fell asleep asking the nurse about the ceiling fan, she wanted to know if it would fall on her." Something moved in my chest. I pressed it down. "You cleared her bills." "I did." "Xavier, " "Sit down, Gwen, " he said. I shook my head. "I don't want to." My voice sounded weirdly too quiet. I hoped he didn't catch on so to hopefully distract him and myself, I crossed my arms over my chest. "I want to know what this will cost me."

Just the truth. I reach out, my palm damp against the brass knob. I turn it slowly and push the door open, bracing myself for her cold shoulder. Gwen is there. Not Selene. Gwen is sprawled cross-legged on the center of the bed, buried in an oversized charcoal hoodie and gym shorts, her blonde hair piled into a precarious, messy bun. She’s bathed in the warm, amber glow of the bedside lamp, her face illuminated by the blue light of her phone screen. She looks up as the door creaks, her eyes widening in surprise before they instantly light up with a predatory sort of joy when they land on the massive bouquet in my arms.

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.