All Chapters of GWEN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Why did you do it?” He asked her. Her speech was slurred, her voice was faint as she struggled to breathe. “I…I don't know.” She coughed, blood spilled from her mouth. “Maybe it's the guilt I feel.” She replied sadly. I watched her slowly breathe her last. She was gone. Seeing her defeated, Ava escaped like she always does. Amelia wore no expression. Amelia's heart raced as the realization of what she had done sank in. Shocked, she staggered back, her breath catching in her throat. Her hands trembled as she looked down at Morgana's lifeless body, a mix of horror and disbelief contorting her features. Tears welled in her eyes as the weight of her actions settled heavily upon her. She had never intended for things to go this far, and now, she was left to grapple with the consequences of her terrible mistake. Her hate for me and her desire for revenge had cost her best friend's life. “Morgana.” She called out in a teary voice, walking close to Morgana's corpse. Her ey

As I arrived at Aunt Maya's house, excitement bubbled within me, eager to catch up with her. However, when the servants informed me that she wasn't home, a sense of disappointment crept in. Determined not to waste the visit, I decided to make myself comfortable in her bedroom while I waited for her return.Entering Aunt Maya's bedroom felt like stepping into a sanctuary of tranquility. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I settled onto the plush armchair by the window, the soft cushions enveloping me as I gazed out at the peaceful garden below.But as the minutes ticked by, impatience gnawed at me. I couldn't simply sit idly by while Aunt Maya was away. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for something to occupy my time.That's when I noticed it—the tapestry hanging on the far wall, its intricate design drawing me in like a magnet. Curiosity piqued, I crossed the room and ran my fin

What I had found out didn't deter me from finding Derrick. I was mad at him but I was also hoping he would be alive. I felt stupid but I couldn't help it. There was something about our bond that was suggesting he would be alive. I kept walking, hoping I get to the fox den within the next three weeks. I was a shadow of myself. My steps were sluggish. I was weary and disappointed in myself and everyone around me. I had never really experienced lasting joy. I had been foolish enough to trust everyone all I got in return were a few knives in my back. They had stabbed and bruised me badly. Love was staying vulnerable, even when you knew you could get hurt. I guess I really loved with all my heart but each time I keep getting knocked down and disappointed by life. I hoped healing would come someday. I'll be able to let go of all the hurt and pain in my heart. I just wanted to fall in Derrick's arms and cry my eyes out. At that moment I hated him too. He had concealed the truth from me. Why

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle. “Thanks for your generosity but I'll be leaving in four days.” “There’s nothing left for me here.” I replied icily. I could barely mask the anger and jealousy in my voice. It was all thanks to her father Derrick was alive; But at the same time I couldn't stand the thought of Derrick being with someone else. A servant ran in just then.“My princess, we captured an intruder in our woods. “He says he means no harm. He's here to ensure Gwen gets home safely.” I was puzzled. Wh

We were back to Dycan. The palace loomed before us, a symbol of both power and oppression. But today, it would witness a reckoning. As we crossed the threshold, the air crackled with anticipation, our footsteps echoing through the grand halls. I could sense the whispers of the courtiers, their curiosity piqued by our audacity.Together, we strode towards the throne room, our resolve unyielding. As he pushed open the doors, a hush fell over the room, all eyes turning towards us.In that moment, I knew we were not just reclaiming a throne; we were reclaiming a legacy. With unwavering determination, we stepped forward, ready to confront Eugene and seize our destiny. He was frightened when he set his eyes on Derrick, but he managed to conceal it. “Derrick, what a pleasant surprise!.” I never expected you'll be back so soon.” “What are you doing on my throne uncle?.” Derrick questioned him sternly. “Oh this? I was keeping it safe and warm for you.” “I won't be needing you