X Gwen Novels & Stories

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

"And she's to be allowed to climax tonight because she seduced Reneé into licking her." "You grasped that quickly." "I asked your slave questions," Gwen said. "After mine happened, I doubted the entire incident was an accident. It seemed more intentional to me." "So it was. Might I be so bold as to enquire if you'd ever been with a woman before?" "Never." "You seem to enjoy it," I said. "I don't often receive much pleasure," Gwen admitted. "How old do you think I am?" "Forty," I guessed. "Forty-five," she said. "Do you think I'm attractive for my age?"

she gestured to Timothy. "I recognize him," Gwen replied. "On October 10th, Timothy came to the brothel, and I served him the entire night…" "You're lying!" Timothy instinctively argued. Gwen looked aggrieved. "If you noble ones don't believe me, I can tell you about the moles on his body, and the gold ingot he gave me." "Gwen is the number one prostitute of Logan Terrace," Jane said. "I'm sure Timothy went there after hearing about his fame."

I wondered what it was that she was buying. "Hey, Dyl." A familiar feminine voice distracted me. I looked in front of me to see where the greeting had come from. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Gwen sitting opposite me. She was wearing a royal blue trenchcoat, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun. Her face told me she wasn't doing that well. She had a bruise on her forehead, and her eyes reflected restlessness and sadness. "Gwen, what on earth are you doing here?”

"Gwen, we already paid off Stefan, and he's long gone. What more can Aspen and her people possibly do?" Gwyneth studied her carefully applied makeup in the mirror, checking every detail until she was satisfied with her flawless appearance. Only then did she turn around gracefully and walk over to Zac. She tapped his forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know what your problem is? You don't have enough nerve to pull off anything big." Zac pouted slightly at being scolded, mumbling defensively, "I'm just being careful. Better safe than sorry, right?"

she defended. “Well, she is not only my secretary. She is going to be my wife and your future sister-in-law, so practice respecting her.” Ms. Gwen only rolled her eyes, irritated by what Mr. Darwin said to her. From what I know, she is a famous model at an entertainment agency. Showbiz is her industry and she is the one who followed their mother’s footsteps. The other men in the family were in the business field. “Whatever,” Miss Gwen commented. After I placed the shrimp dish and five spoons of rice on my empty plate, I decided to answer Miss Gwen’s question as if I am not even fazed by her.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

The place was quite cozy and safe. "Leave us alone now. Thank you..." A sudden voice caught her attention. It was indeed Gwen. She's so beautiful, gorgeous, and sophisticated in her look. She is wearing a white sleeveless with her cleavage shown, and on top of it, a black leather jacket. Down were tattered skinny jeans paired with knee-high black boots. Gwen's long flawless neck was shown even more because of how her hair was tied up. The lids of her eyes came to life because of the light makeup, and the eyelashes spoke of their length.

I couldn't keep my eyes off their eight packs and couldn't help but think about rubbing my hands up and down their bodies. "I can feel your emotions, Love," Gwen whispered in my ear and then took her shirt, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. She smiled at me and walked into the ring with Stephen and Steven. I watched as all three of them trained. Stephen and Steven fought with each other, while Gwen fought with one of the men. I was shocked that she had tackled him with ease because the man was way bigger than her. "I think she is the Alpha Twin's Mate too," I heard one of the females training say