Gemma Sinclair Novels & Stories

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

I had woken up early. My heart still burned from the heat of s*x with Damon last night. My pups were sleeping peacefully beside me, their small chests were heaving up and down as if they had already grown into an Alpha. I kissed their heads softly and got up from the bed. Scarlett was waiting for me at the door. “Today we will find out the truth,” she whispered. “Even before Cassandra makes her move.” “Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.”

She lowered her eyes and muttered in a small voice, "How could you treat me in this way?" "I think it fits your temperament. What do you like?" Liam glanced at Gemma and asked calmly. "I like pink. Pink is the little princess's favorite color." Gemma said it out loud in a straightforward manner. "OK, I'll keep it in mind." Liam's clear-cut features carried a light smile. Gemma tilted her head, looked at his straight nose and angular chin, and blinked her eyes gently. "It's okay if you can keep it in mind." "Why were you so straight forward?" Liam frowned.

“You don’t owe me nothin’, Cash. Just forget it.” Cash grabbed the young woman’s hand, dragging her front and center. “I’d love to milk this jealous side of you for all it’s worth, but I ain’t that mean. Or that patient. Gemma, meet my daughter, Macie Honeycutt. Macie, Gemma Jansen.” ********* Relief swept through Gemma. “Ah. She’s the one you told me about,” Macie said with a charming grin exactly like her father’s.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

Just a few more minutes and she'd have my last name. “You clean up nice, Mr. Sinclair,” Rosalie murmured. Her hand was small and soft in mine. “I could say the same for you, Mrs. Sinclair.” She wore a custom-made gown and the best hair and makeup money could buy, but even in a burlap sack, she’d be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “I’m not Mrs. Sinclair yet. There’s still time for me to live out my runaway bride fantasy,” she quipped. A wicked smile spread across my lips. “I do love a good chase.”

She was convinced there was something fishy going on, and her curiosity pushed her to uncover whatever Gemma was hiding. Gemma had always been a snake, nice to your face, but deadly behind you. And since her task was to protect the king, she was going to do just that and make sure Gemma had no evil motive against the king. Scarlett vowed to reveal Gemma's secrets to the king. She knew he deserved to know the truth, even though it might hurt him, considering he was the king. Gemma's past as a prostitute and the fact that she had stolen Scarlett's ex, making him leave her at the altar, were crucial pieces of information that needed to be brought to light.

And she has always loved me as much as she cares for her own brother Leonel. That's Gemma, she might be a successful runway model and the CEO of Karwitz fashion house, but at home she is a baby, her features are completely like our grandma, a beauty gifted with silver blonde hair, and her eyes are light blue. Gemma is righteous just like her parents and she is beautiful inside and outside. "Hi Gemma,Vivian speaks highly of you as well. But, this is actually a fan girl moment for me, to be standing with such a famous designer and model."

she said slowly, savoring each word, “that the sweet, innocent Amara Blake is…” She paused deliberately, her grin turning wicked.

"My question is why you and Sabrina get to go together." Gemma was equal parts beautiful and smart. She'd just completed a semester abroad at the local State university and had decided to do a summer internship here as well before heading back to Australia. Gemma was the kind of girl you expected to be on a beach taking pictures for I*******m - fit-but-curved body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a neat braid for work. She often wore business slacks or pencil skirts that went halfway down her shins, and simple blouses that were just tight enough to show off her form without being considered scandalous.