Gemma Wolfe Novels & Stories

I liked it. That morning, the girl who sat next to me looked up from her sketchpad. “You’re Emma, right?” she asked. “Yeah,” I said, smiling a little. “And you’re Lilla.” She grinned. “Guess word gets around. Connor Adler’s friend, right?” I blinked, feeling my face warm. “We’re… kind of friends. I guess.” “Relax,” she said, laughing. “I’m not about to ask for his autograph or something. He’s cool, though. His sister Chelsea’s in my drama class—total natural.”

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 shrinks into Andy looking conflicted, “my powers are not something that I can easily explain. But to me drawing out Gemma’s wolf after reversing the suppression spell will be as easy as brushing my teeth.” Gemma perks up from the couch when she see’s her sister having a hard time with my father. “Alpha Wilson from what she explained to me she’s only here to help, and to warn us about my mother.” My mother races over to her when she hears Gem talk about her mother, “what about Mary sweety?”

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Saffy sneezed again as she sat on the sofa. “You can’t be allergic to Silver because you’re…never mind,” Jack didn’t finish his statement. One thing at a time. At least Saffy should get used to him and Silver before telling her she was a wolf and witch hybrid. Silver could smell her wolf, even though it was without form at the moment. Jack knew too that Saffron was his mate. Jack couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he wanted to run his fingers through her long, silky black hair. He would love to cage her naked body under his naked body and to stroke her soft skin and make her scream his name.

I beckon her over, "Sorry to interrupt, you know I love that you're so good at all this, but you should meet my new friend Mid. She's great." "Ah, Lion's daughter. I can't believe it," she mumbles, turning to Mid, who comes approaching us with unsure, slow steps. Gemma whispers, "Why does she smell human?" "She’s only half-wolf," I reply, and when Mid is close I pull away from Gemma to hug her once more because I can't stop. She's too adorable not to. I want to keep her by my side all the time like a stuffed animal, "Midnight, this is my good friend Gemma. She's my promoter’s daughter, my classmate in college and my lover from time to time."

He probably engaged in a scuffle with Gael and got beat. “Since you know, what will you do?” She questioned with amusement in her eyes. “you have no evidence to prove that I had a hand in it. Gael doesn't believe your cock-and-bull story. What were you expecting? Do you think I was going to sit back and watch that good-for-nothing tramp take away the one I have sacrificed my young age for? You have got to be kidding me. You all are stupid to think that of me. I am Gemma, and nobody else is like me. I will forever get what I want, either by hook or crook. So you had better get that straight in your empty skull. And if you must know.”

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.

Dominate, even. June rolled her eyes and groaned. She walked over to the small padlock she had been fighting with all day. Looking down at it, she focused her attention and recited the spell. "Aperta." She whispered. Suddenly she heard a small click as the padlock unlocked. Her face dropped and she looked around the room at Hunter who stood there with a smug look on his face. June stomped her foot in aggravation. "THAT was nothing more than you doing it for me so I feel good about myself." She knew deep down that it had been her but she just couldn't believe it.

After a long time of excruciating pain, Maya finally made her first shift. Her wolf had a deep set of green emerald eyes and her fur was grey and black, just like her hair. She was simply a feast to the eyes as Ashton looked at her gently. Seeing that she was walking around the room excitedly, Ashton also shifted as the two let their wolfs share some intimate moments. The two howled at the moon and Maya could not resist the urge to run in the woods anymore.