Agent Jemma Simmons Novels & Stories

There was an unmistakable air of power about her, her expression fixed in a perpetually serious frown that seemed capable of extracting information from anyone. She retrieved an ID from her jacket pocket and flashed it in front of the two local detectives, her movements swift and efficient. "I'm Special Agent Morgan Quinn from the FBI. We're taking over this case. Please see yourselves out," she stated crisply, her voice leaving no room for argument. Turning her attention to Emma, she softened her demeanor slightly. "You must be the famous Emma Callum. It's nice to meet you," Agent Quinn said, extending her hand towards Emma, who hesitated briefly before tentatively reaching out to shake han

MILA'S POV I stick out my hand. "I'm Mila Santiago. I'm a junior agent on Rick Hernandez's team at Prime Sports. Rick had something come up, but I'm here to speak to you on his behalf." His grip is surprisingly firm. My fingers feel small and soft wrapped in his, and I try very hard not to notice the warmth that travels up my arm. Jax Kingston laughs. But it comes out more like a grunt and feels more like a stab wound.

This must be serious, she thought Jemima looked up and was met with Melissa's questioning eyes. " Who are you, Melissa ?" Melissa raised a brow not getting why she was asking that kind of question " are you sure you are ok, Jemima?" " I'm perfectly fine " she pressed " just answer my question already. Who are you? What is your motive in this pack?" Melissa's heart began to race. She wonders why Jemima was asking her this. Could she have found out about the plan? She. Thought. Melissa made sure she was cautious of her words not to spill anything " I still don't understand you, Jemima. It's me, Melissa. A maid and nothing else."

she stated, eyes directly to Jay. "Who is he?" Jay inquired, eyeing Simon curiously. "Your boyfriend?" he asked with clear amusement written on his face. "He's our good friend," Sandra quickly answered cutting whatever he was thinking. "He's Simon Lee from Empire Entertainment" she added. Jay nodded in acknowledgment and extended his hand out of courtesy. "I'm Jay" "I know," Simon replied and accepted his hand to give him a handshake with a fake smile. "It's nice to meet the very famous Jay Kim"

Simmons led down first as I still stood astonished with the looks and beauty. "How do you manage this place ms. Maggot?" Inquired I. "I just do the usual. Grow rice and coffee." Replied she chuckling in expectation we took it as a joke. "And you are the mystery in my dream young lady?" Said she looking a Simmons. "Oh no. This is my companion Maximus Simmons. He is a boy ms." Responded I hurriedly. "Of course you expect me to believe you. Does she look like a boy to you?" She asked with proof. " the last time I spoke to lord Hocus. He told me about your stay at his home willete Duskwick. "

"Are you certain this will work?" Alex inquired in a tone that was both skeptical and inquisitive. Jemma's red lips curled into a smug smile as she reclined on the soft leather chair. "Have my plans ever fallen through?" My breath seized in my throat as I stood in the corridor, obscured by the darkness. Jemma's distinctive haughtiness was evident in her voice. She was planning something with Alex in the study, and the tone of their conversation was enough to make my skin crawl.

She inhaled deeply and tried to regain her composure. Gemma sighed and turned her attention to her client. Nikita Simon was a striking woman who regularly struck fear in those around her. Today, her hair was a wavy lob cut, colored in honey hues. It was a sexy look that contrasted nicely with her dark skin. Her piercing chocolate-brown gaze could render anyone speechless, as could her typically sharp tongue. Her plump lips were painted a glossy brown and set in a hard, displeased line.

Jemma cried out in agony, feeling trapped and helpless, unable to defend herself. Monica was executing her plan. She not only restrained Jemma, tying her hands and legs with precision but also silenced any chance of communication by stuffing a cloth into her mouth to stifle any sound. To ensure further isolation, Monica located Jemma's mobile phone and deliberately turned it off, stowing it away in her locker. Meanwhile, Ryan finally returned from his trip abroad, his eyes gleaming with affection to see his daughter. As he entered Jenkins House, he eagerly asked, "Where's Jemma?”

“Our man found nothing, but this time he said he felt like someone was onto him. He felt like he was being watched and that scared him. So he just stopped snooping around and bought tickets back home.” My man finished, and I thought about his words. Who the fuck is doing that and why? Did she kill someone important and her government is protecting her? But no, this doesn’t feel like that kind of situation and honestly if it was the government they wouldn’t go this far. Even in a witness protection program those assholes would give up after a while. It must be something else, something related to our world and our line of work. Jemma acted like she was born into this. Nothing phases her or ev