X Gwen Novels & Stories

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.

She ever so gently touched Echo’s forehead, and we both heard her heart rate pick up as the panic increased enough to make me gasp. Gwen quickly kneeled beside the bed, so that she was on the same level as Echo. Everything about her body language, facial expressions, and movements screamed calmness and safety. “Hello, my name is Gwen.” Her voice was equally soothing, and I felt some of the tightness in my chest lessen, although her heart rate stayed high. “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?”

Sardines and tuna. He managed to stay hidden behind the bushes directly below Katherine's bedroom window, and he listened to the sweet giggles she made while she spoke to her blue-haired friend. His werewolf ears stood like antennas as he eavesdropped on their conversation. It was the last Saturday before the girls' senior year of high school began and Katherine just wanted to let loose and be the awesome gal she was.