Agent Jemma Simmons Novels & Stories

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE THIRTEEN THEME: The spoilt heiress CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA IN SIMMONS MANSION Lorna Simmons. She is twenty four years old and the only child of her parents. Her father, Mr Camden Simmons is the chief executive officer of Simmons Entertainment. Her mother, Mrs Belle Simmons is a superstar, a well known veteran actress in the country but she already quit acting.

“Remember, this is just a game. Get close to her. Make her trust you. Break her walls. Once she falls, so will Khalid’s pride. That’s when we strike. He won’t even see it coming.” Aaron smirked. “It’s easy, Mother. Very easy.” Priya’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she looked out into the space, the sound of her faint laughter mingling with the wind. “I can't let my son fall for that woman, it'll spoil my game. I need to finish this before that happens.” She said in her mind. --- The next morning, Jemima stood in front of her mirror, fully dressed in her favorite pair of baggy jeans and a crisp white long-sleeve shirt. Her hair flowed down her back in soft waves, gleaming like a waterfa

This could be my chance to focus on something else—something human. "Okay, I'll bring him in," I said, trying to sound confident. "What’s the plan?" Jemima clicked on a few tabs on her laptop, pulling up a picture of a man with sharp features and dark, messy hair. His eyes were intense, like he could see right through you, and somehow he looked familiar. "This is him," Jemima said. "I've tracked down a few leads, but so far, nothing’s worked. I need you to meet him, get him talking, and maybe even convince him to trust us."

she replied with a grin and then spanked my butt as she walked past me towards the pantry area. My lips parted in surprise. I wouldn't have expected her to do something so playful and yet so intimate. Instead of feeling pleased, I felt wary and my wolf justified my feeling of wariness. “She’s planning something,” Kieran said. Of course, she was. Jemima was a terrible actress and her eyes were always going to give her away. I needed to find out whatever it was she was planning because my gut feeling told me that the outcome was going to be nasty. While I cooked, she sat on the kitchen counter, enjoying her bowl of ice cream and periodically commenting on how skilled I was.

I heard the voice of a woman say downstairs. The front door was just below my window, so I could clearly hear everything said. "Yes, yes, that would be me. How may I help you?" He said, with a very fake friendly voice that made me feel like screaming in pain and frustration. How dare he pretend to be a good person after what he had just tried doing to me? How dare he pretend to be nice? "Well, I'm your dear late wife Jisoo's good friend. My name is Mrs Tara Lawson. May I come in?" She said, her voice cheerful.

she said as she tried to ring a bell to him. At first, there was silence and I could hear him asking someone about his schedule plan. "You might be mistaken Miss Johnson" Mr Simon said at the other end breaking the silence, "We scheduled to have a meeting by 8 am this Monday morning" he paused, "Or did you forget about such an important meeting, you should have checked your schedule Miss Johnson" he said trying to hide his disappointed voice but Cassandra could hear it loud and clear associated with the shock that overwhelmed her.

Orion’s muscles clenched underneath his shirt. He arched both his brows, silently asking me to keep talking. “I am not Raya. My name is Sameen, and I was killed by a child and a jealous beta,” I revealed. “And I somehow miraculously woke up in this body. I’m glad to be away from them, but one thing still lingers in my heart, wanting me to return to their pack.” His brows knitted into a deep frown of confusion as he eyed me from over his thick and long lashes.

I asked with little patience. "Richard and Matthew aren't the agents in charge of retrieving the witness. Apparently, it's going to be a collaboration between Vegas and Chicago. We have someone named Paul Simmers on the case, and you won't believe this, Mr. Santiago, but the agent that was attacked will be his partner." I froze. "You mean agent Torres? " "Yes, sir." "Impossible. She's supposed to be confined to her hospital bed!" I barked. "How is she cleared to get back on the field after a near death experience?"

They headed down the hallway, splitting off toward their separate rooms. Damon lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling again—heart still racing, mind still loud. ************************************************************ Simon’s words still echoed in chelle’s head—“I don’t want anyone else as my PA”. He’d said it gently but firmly, like the decision had already been made. Still, lying in bed while the city moved on without her made her feel small and very Useless, she didn’t like it . So she got dressed. The car Simon sent was already waiting downstairs, sleek and silent. The driver nodded respectfully as she slid into the back seat, clutching her bag to her chest. She stared out the w

The speaker was a middle-aged man. What Lucas didn't expect was that this man was actually a Rank 1 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters! ... Jessa asked the middle-aged man, "Mr. Simmer, where's my dad?" The middle aged man's name was Aaron Simmer, and he was extremely loyal to the Governor! "In reply to you, First Miss, the Governor is in the Main Palace," Aaron said to Jessa. ... When Jessa heard this, a hint of fear appeared on her fair face. She looked at Lucas and said, "Senior, let's go."