Gemma Teller Morrow Novels & Stories

"Good morning, boss. You look happy today." Rebecca had the audacity to smile at Gemma when the latter arrived at Gem Bliss in the morning. She sure was fake. No wonder no one ever suspected her. She was an actual wolf in sheep's skin. Gemma paused in her steps with a brilliant smile. "It's indeed a good morning. I finally caught the little birdie that has been stealing my grain."

While they were tugging on each other just now, Gemma’s hairdo was destroyed, so her hair was currently in disarray, making her look a little wretched. An angry flame was burning in her eyes. Taking advantage of Cameron’s gradual approach, she broke free of the security guard’s grasp and tidied herself before walking forward. Along the way, she slammed hard into Myra’s shoulder. Then, she forced a smile and looked at Cameron. “You’re President Stark, right? I’m a member of the Walton Group’s board of directors, and my name is Gemma Walton. I believe you’ve heard of me before, President Stark.” The Walton Family was once famous in Bradfort City, so the older generation of businessmen must hav

I drift near a tray of silver beads, pretending to examine a brooch shaped like a crescent. “Headaches common after ceremonies,” a voice said on my shoulder, gentle. I wasn't scared, but my wolf raised her head. Gemma stood there in charcoal, hair braided back, ink messed on her fingers, passing for any other citizen who wrote more than she fought. She tucked a coin into the salt seller’s hand and turned to me like we had planned this. I answered softly, “I’m hydrating.” “Good.” Her gaze dropped to my chest for a minute, then returned to my face. “Pretty pendant. Old work?” “My mother’s.” I kept my voice mild, noncommittal.

"Why are you telling me about my mom if I don't get more information? Do you know what I'm feeling right now? I'm starting to feel guilty that my mom cheated with her best friend's husband!" "You're asking the wrong question." He handed me a tablet. "If you're asking who Gemma Harrington is, I can answer that." I frowned at him, then accepted the tablet. "What's this?" Gemma's face filled the screen, so I scrolled through it. Next was a picture of her as a young girl with people laughing happily. I didn't recognize any of these people. So, I went through photo after photo quickly. I stopped when there was a caption about the woman. I read the names of her father and mother, but I didn't reco

No idea why I was relieved. The other was Gemma, Everett's mate. She had light-brown hair, beige skin, and plain sky-blue eyes. From her mark, she was a fire soul warrior, a strong one at that. From being around her for two hours, I got to know she was obsessed with fried fish and chewing orange gum. I also knew she was the type that welcomed everyone; hence why she had been following me around and making ridiculous jokes. "She's perfect for Cooper, though," Gemma chirped to Taffy's words, "has enough spitfire in her. Honestly, I can't wait to see her in the arena for the test. I bet she'll kick some ass!"

Emma silently speculated that Harvey had hired a private investigator to take these stolen photos of Gemma. In Emma's heart, there arose an uncomfortable itch, not because her husband had stolen photos of Gemma, but because the woman named Gemma resembled her so much that Emma even thought the photos were of herself. Emma wanted to know more about Gemma, but she couldn't find any information about Gemma online. Someone had hidden information about Gemma, and Jethro had never explained the reason for Gemma's disappearance.

She spat out. She didn't recover all of her memories from that night, but one face was clear in her mind. She felt hatred fill her up immediately she saw the smile of the man that gave her sixty million dollars in exchange to ruin her life. He was standing next to Blaire, smiling widely and shaking her hand. She suspected it was a few millions but then she saw a caption that said "Gemma's Collection celebrating a milestone of five billion dollars sales in a day thanks to Adam Sinclair's generous patronage.

"Gemma Brooks, Easterner, former consort of Connor Herrick, savior of Kael Liviana, the first successful escapee of Hazelstone, and under the protection of Moonwake. She is also my new friend and is going to help me with my law-breaking chores." Cole didn't question her. He dipped his head and stared at me. A ripple of fear passed through me as I waited for his response.

Tanner asked, pointing towards Gemma, and I confirmed. Tanner had never seen Gemma while gathering evidence for Poppy, playing the role of an agent on the other side. Even the family Poppy was staying with had never revealed to him in their conversations what the child's name was or what she looked like. Her identity, or entire existence, had been hidden from everyone in their family pack. "Her name's Justice Gemma and she is the sweetest little she-devil with dimples on earth." I laughed but knew very well that those words were accurate. This girl might look like an angel but is quite the devil.

She took out her phone and took a picture of it. "It doesn't prove anything," you said. "He said-she said at best, and she's a Senior Partner's daughter." "Still better to have it than not," Gemma said. Then she closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. This was a side of Gemma that you hadn't seen before. You'd seen her flirty, and professional, and vulnerable. You'd seen her sexual and passionate and frustrated. You hadn't ever seen her pissed off. "I think I might literally kill that bitch," Gemma said. "Seriously, John. You need to stay the fuck away from her because if she touches you again, I'm going to get deported for what I do to her."