X Gwen Novels & Stories

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?”

remained silent. We collapsed near the river, gasping for breath. For a moment, everything was still. Then Xander turned to me, his eyes reflecting an unreadable emotion. "Tell me the truth, Gwen," he said gently. "What are you truly fighting for?" I opened my mouth but found no answer. At that moment, gazing at the ones who had suffered for me, I realized I wasn't so sure anymore. And that? That terrified me more than anything....

“Don. The Rinaldis just sent this.” He turned the screen toward me, it was a surveillance photo, grainy but unmistakable. It was a picture of Gwen leaving the hotel, with a red target circle over her face.

“A servant spotted you at the female dormitory. So, what’s your plan, Soren?” “Gwen is different now,” Soren replied. “She’s beautiful, not that innocent little cub she used to be.” “I know, right?” the other laughed. “I couldn’t believe she’s the same girl who used to follow you everywhere. She’s way hotter now that she’s nineteen. So, what, are you planning to break things off with Muriel?” The other friend cut in, scoffing. “Please. How can you even compare Muriel of the Blackwood Pack to Gwen? Soren’s obviously just going to use that loser.”

Gwen was looking forward to having a hot shower and then heading to her pack to meet up with Isadora. Gwen had missed her and had hoped that while she was away she hadn’t done something stupid like the night she went to find Dean Alpha Blackmoor.

I straightened my back, made sure the webcam did not get an unflattering chin shot, and took a deep breath. The woman on the other side had blonde hair, and also wore red lipstick. She had on a blazer and a blue shirt, and when she saw me she smiled a pearly white smile. "You are Jane Rozen?" She asked me, I quickly nodded. "My name is Gwen, I am one of the people administering the test. Your answers seem to match with the prince's." She paused for a second as I saw her eyes dance over a page she had in front of her. "Have you ever been to Medora before?" Something had changed in her voice, she started off all happy and bubbly, but now she looked more distrusting.

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

“No way, maybe for a few weeks but after that I’ll ask Xander to help me come up with something meaningful to do and for ways to invest.” “Now I’m jealous.” “How about lunch the day after tomorrow. It will have to be a late lunch early supper after work if you’re up for it?” “That sounds perfect. I can’t wait.” “I almost wish Amanda was here so she could come with us.” “Who’s Amanda?” “Oh you met her…Xander’s personal assistant….she was basically there doing everything for the wedding. Blonde hair, blue eyes….” “Oh yes, now I remember. I didn’t know you two were that close.”

Mabel said politely, flashing the company credit card at the doorman, "under the name Greyson Elliot." The doorman nodded, "your 10 o clock is here, Vivienne," he said into a walkie talkie before ushering us towards a blue velvet sofa. We'd barely sat down when a bottle blonde in an impossibly tight black pencil skirt and a pair of shoes so obviously designer even I knew they cost more than most people's monthly rent with patent leather and the signature red sole came tottering towards us. "Mabel," She beamed enveloping Mabel in a tight hug. "And this gorgeous young lady must be Zoe?"

She was now wondering if he remembered that when picking the place. They got a table near the window that had an amazing view, and even though they caught a few eyes on the way, the people inside the restaurant seemed more concerned with their meals than the two new diners, which Gwen appreciated. She didn't want to make to the headlines on the next morning just because she was having dinner with her ex. "So… Are you not modeling anymore?" Finn asked as soon as the waiter served them wine and left the table. Gwen took a sip from her glass before answering. When they first met, Gwen was a burgeoning model and a spokeswoman for a cosmetic company.