Agent Jemma Simmons Novels & Stories

"Then why are you taking the law into your hands? And what proof do you have that this man did this crime?" "His wife is here,she is proof." "Take me to her, bring him along!" Mr Phenyo instructed. Mika grabbed Mr Caseem aggressively while I led Mr Phenyo to where Munira was laying, breastfeeding her baby. "Don't bring him in here!" Said Dr Simmons. "We need the truth Dr, remember that you broke out code of conduct, you helped this agent's behind my back." Said Mr Phenyo. Dr Simmons stood made way, to allow Mr Caseem pass.

Zachary was at the window, hands in his pockets, looking out at the city below. Reid set a thin folder on the desk. "Isla Simmons. Twenty four. Irish national on a work visa. Graphic designer at Hartwell Creative — small firm, six employees. They landed the Cole Global gallery installation contract three weeks ago through an open tender." He paused. "She's been in the building four days." Zachary didn't turn around. "And?" "And nothing. She's nobody connected to anyone. Clean record. No ties to any competitor or person of interest." Reid's voice dropped slightly. "Zachary. What is this?"

Simon Novoa, Jesse pinpoints, before coming back to the partial insult directed at him. "I can handle myself just fine, thank you," is his reply before Ivanov can cut in. He doesn't need anyone else fighting his battles, he can defend himself. Simon lifts his gaze from his phone, eyebrow raising, clearly a little taken back. "Oh, he's not a quiet little bird then?" Someone else pipes in, a woman with red, claw like nails. She's a little older than the rest, and Jesse can practically feel the authority radiate off her. Kiara Velvet. It's hard to forget the name of someone with nails like that, sharp enough to cut.

She was wearing a lavender sweater that made her look like she’d stepped out of a magazine, and she had the kind of confident smile that drew attention without trying. “Emma! Over here!” she called. Julie followed my gaze and frowned slightly. “You know her?” “Yeah—Connor’s sister. I met her yesterday.” “Oh,” Julie said slowly. “Well, go ahead. I’ll find you later.” I hesitated for a second, unsure why her tone sounded a little… flat. “You can come too, if you want.” She shook her head quickly. “Nah, I promised to sit with Mia today. You go.”

the one who will lead me to ruin if I let it. Dant P.O.V I have learned to read people. When your life and the people who you love depend on you knowing what others in your world are capable of, reading them on sight becomes second nature and looking at this woman I could tell she was lying about her identity.Her name was not Genie, and she was not a fucking maid but she was terrified of the cops.

And the fact that Amir was giving her an attitude and she didn't know why. While she was in her thoughts, Selina came in after knocking. "Selina, I gave you a day off to look after Mimbi, since you said she wasn't feeling too well" Amira queried "Aye My lady, but I needed to bring some people to you" Selina said "And who are these people" Amira asked The door opened and in walked Dala and Cara. Amira sprang to her feet and embraced each of them and they hugged her back except Dala who showed a little reluctance at first, but Amira held on . She was so excited to see them.

I add. “It was impossible to call Russell, but I made it possible.” He says with a proud smirk. “That’s my best friend.” I say as I give him a hug, causing him to laugh. “Hello?” A voice startles us and we both compose ourselves. The voice is coming from the laptop. “Sir, it’s Chadwick Simmons, Jen’s partner.” Chad says and I watch the screen of the laptop as if it’s a video call, though it’s clearly not. “Oh, Chad!” He says politely.

They were a dull, metallic grey, like a screen that had been turned off for a long time. "Who are you?" I whispered. My voice was weak, barely more than a breath. Rowan was still holding me, his grip tight and protective. "I am the one who didn't run," the woman said. Her voice was deep and calm, like a bell ringing in a far-off tower. "I am the one who realized that 'Freedom' is just another word for 'Unsupervised.' I am **Kaima-Zero**." Rowan stepped forward, his body tense. "She’s not you, Kaima. She’s just another simulation. Another 'Boss' at the end of a level."

When I started here, I also found it amazing. — Here we try to do everything right and avoid additional headaches for the lawyers. The secretarial functions are resolved here. Now, from the glass door onwards, it's up to each person to explore," Victoria commented, making a face that showed she knew more than she appeared to. "Catherine, you'll be working with Miguel, a truly lovely man when he gets intimate, but he's super reserved with those he doesn't need to have real contact with. Don't be surprised if he's a bit rough at first. His heart is good, but his shell is like a crab's.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.