#Gwendolyn Bartholme

[felywrites]

If You Love Something, Chapter Thirty-Eight

Synopsis: Gwendolyn lived a marvelous life, with the camera flashing on her, “The daughter of the billionaire of the century”, and her picture showing up in the latest magazines every week. Yes, to everyone it seemed she lived lavished and content, but to her, it was horrible. Her life had been planned out from the day she was born, and if one toe was out of line she would rather resort to tearing her own ear off than listening to her mother rant about it, and then the week before her father’s new company was supposed to open, she gets kidnapped and held hostage by a mysterious, foreign, crude, asshole of a man who’s forcing her to travel the country with him. How could her life possibly get worse? Sorry for being away my friends! It’s finally time to see how their story ends. Read here!

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Hey, guys! Fely here. So I've been approaching 1000 followers and today I hit the mark! I thought for those of you who read my fan fiction, I might do a little treat. So here she is, Gwennie! Thank you all so so so much. I never thought I'd reach this many :D (I apologize for the quality of the pictures, my scanner isn’t working.) Love you all!

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If You Love Something, Chapter Thirty-Seven

Synopsis: Gwendolyn lived a marvelous life, with the camera flashing on her, “The daughter of the billionaire of the century”, and her picture showing up in the latest magazines every week. Yes, to everyone it seemed she lived lavished and content, but to her, it was horrible. Her life had been planned out from the day she was born, and if one toe was out of line she would rather resort to tearing her own ear off than listening to her mother rant about it, and then the week before her father’s new company was supposed to open, she gets kidnapped and held hostage by a mysterious, foreign, crude, asshole of a man who’s forcing her to travel the country with him. How could her life possibly get worse?

Things are looking up! But Owen has some serious worries nagging at his thoughts. Find out what those thoughts are here!

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If You Love Something, Chapter 36

Synopsis: Gwendolyn lived a marvelous life, with the camera flashing on her, “The daughter of the billionaire of the century”, and her picture showing up in the latest magazines every week. Yes, to everyone it seemed she lived lavished and content, but to her, it was horrible. Her life had been planned out from the day she was born, and if one toe was out of line she would rather resort to tearing her own ear off than listening to her mother rant about it, and then the week before her father’s new company was supposed to open, she gets kidnapped and held hostage by a mysterious, foreign, crude, asshole of a man who’s forcing her to travel the country with him. How could her life possibly get worse?

Gwen’s situation has been clouded in mystery since we last saw her, emotionally and physically. Come and see what happens next here!

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Sneak Peak!

So this is an unedited draft from the chapter that will (hopefully!!) be updated ASAP. I’m really excited about this and I hope you guys are, too :)

He didn’t realize his hands were shaking until he tried to light his cigarette. He wavered, staring at the flame as it flickered and moved up and down, and then bent down regardless with the smoke in his mouth. He took a deep inhale, slipping the lighter back into his pocket, and stared into the darkness as the smoke dripped from his nose.

“What’s wrong?”

Owen sighed heavily, feeling his shoulders slump, and a burning ache through his body. “I… I fucked up, Mum.”

“With Gwen?” Owen nodded, and wished he could feel Melody’s embrace right now. He let out a slightly watery laugh, thinking about how small she would be compared to him now. “What mistakes have yah made?”

“I hurt her,” he replied immediately. “Didn’t protect her when she needed to me tah. I… I’ve used her. I’m just like da’. An’ she’s like yah--small an’ gentle, with an attitude when she’s comfortable. I’ve just fucked up.”

He couldn’t stop the burning behind his eyes and in his throat. He hated to cry. “An’ I dunno what tah do.”

“D’yah love her?”

The question hung in the air. His chest panged like his heart had stopped. He had trouble sucking in a breath, and he could hear a side comment in the silence that the smoke from the cigarette wasn’t helping. He bit his lip, and his fingers crushed the smoke. He let it fall to the ground.

Did he love her? Was he prepared to answer that? He didn’t know that he knew what love was. Flurries of memories played in his mind, when Gwennie was hurt, or laughing, or asleep. She was like a Renaissance painting, with a million emotions and ideas captured into a piece. He realized he wished he could sit in a museum and stare at her, analyze every brush stroke that created her. He wanted her for himself, just to view and adore alone.

Owen felt a small hand brush through the curls on the back of his neck, and when he turned, for a moment he could see his mum. She smiled at him.

“Yeah… Yeah, I do.”

“I think yah know what’s right, Colonial Boy,” Melody whispered. “Go on.”

He took a deep and shaky breath, and her hand disappeared. His eyes closed, a single tear dripping down his cheek, and he turned around, going back towards the door.

[felywrites]

Is that Gwen in your header and if not,how do you picture her ? Do you have abyone special in your mind for her ?

That is Gwen in my header. Nicoleta Toderici :)