Novel & Cerita X Gwen

Zach went to find Stella… No, Gwen. He saw her having breakfast with Lou, and she looked up and smiled at him when he approached them. “Zach.” “Did you meet Jared Crawford again?” Zach asked while furrowing his eyebrows. “Yes, and he still took me as Gwen,” Gwen looked down and answered unhappily. Zach felt a twitch in his heart. “Did he tell you a lot of things? Did you feel anything?” Gwen looked displeased. “Disgust, and hate. I just want to leave this ship now.”

Raisel's POV I adjusted my cocktail-blue outfit, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The makeup did its job, masking the dark circles, but it couldn't hide the exhaustion in my eyes. "You look beautiful," Gwen said with a warm smile. She was a vision herself, dressed in a sleek suit with a satin red blouse, black trousers, and matching heels. I forced a small smile. "Will Soren make it on time?" "He will. Rest assured," she replied confidently as we stepped out of her house.

I gasped at my reflection when I looked at the mirror by the sink. There was a mark on my collarbone like a tattoo. It was the shape of a wolf with a crescent moon. Below it were the letters K and X, with a heart in the middle. It was lovely. I touched it and felt myself shudder. He placed me on the bathtub and joined me. While he was putting conditioner on my hair, I turned to him. "Xanthe loves you, Killy..." I whispered. He looked so happy and proud, he grabbed my head and smashed our lips together.

I was still staring at her phone, brows furrowed, when the bathroom door opened. Gwen stepped out, hair damp and slightly curled from the water, wearing nothing but a white towel tied across her chest. It barely reached the top of her thighs. Droplets of water clung to her shoulders and collarbone, sliding slowly down her skin. My breath caught. She looked beautiful. Vulnerable. Tempting. But the moment she saw my face, her steps faltered. “Alex?” she asked softly, concern replacing the relaxed expression she’d walked out with. “What’s wrong? You look tense.”

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.

Gwen had considered calling Dominic, but she didn’t want to disturb him at work, so she changed her mind. To ease her anxiety, she decided to take a long bath. The scent of aromatherapy helped clear her mind and improve her mood. After a long soak, she finished bathing and got dressed. Feeling refreshed, Gwen applied light makeup, wanting to look her best that evening. When she stepped out of her room, she noticed Dominic entering Mr. Charles’s room. Curious, Gwen quietly followed him and peeked through the slightly ajar door. “Not every company is interested in partnering with us,” Dominic reported.

Gwen woke up early in the morning because of loud ringing outside her door. Today is yet another Saturday. Her doorbell kept on ringing, so she stormed out of her room and opened it. Surprisingly, she saw her mother along with her little brother. Her mom was smiling in all ears before hugging her so tightly. Her little brother on the other hand jumped at her and showed her his loosed tooth. Gwen frowned and let them in. "What are you guys doing in here? it's only Saturday," she said and placed her brother on a single chair. And she must meet up with Evander later to plan out their first encounter as a fake couple.

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

I unlocked my phone, opened up our chat history, and decided to type out a quick message to check in on him: > Hey Leon, it’s Gwen. I haven’t seen you around campus at all since that night in the woods, and I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay. Drop me a line as soon as you see this. > I hit the send button, letting out a quiet breath.

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..