Gemma Wolfe Novels & Stories

She replies professionally. Gemma knows me too well already, She knows I'll get sleepy after a day at the golf course. Maybe it was the big lunch, or the perfect shower after a long day at the course talking about business. Gemma knows that regular office coffee won't do it for my veins, I'll need the one from the coffee shop downstairs with their strongest Robusta blend. It'll be enough to get me through the most boring managerial meeting I have to endure before I can end the day.

My craving for her should’ve consumed me – it was in my nature to want to taste her – but my desire to make things right with her overpowered every other lustful craving. “What happened to her?” Corrine asked. I ignored the witch and flipped Sofia’s motionless body over so that she was lying face down on the bed. She made no attempts to stop me when I began ripping the back of her dress open. The sight of her back was revolting to look at. Vampire claws ran the length of her back with deep cuts. I wondered to myself how someone as fragile as her could sustain such a wound without complaining about the pain. “Who did this to you, Sofia? Who killed Gwen?!”

Jack, in the same shocked, hoarse voice, said: “Greetings to you, the she-wolf of the Ruling Southern Clan, the daughter of the leader Gabriel, the heiress of the Southern lands, Princess Emilia. The she-wolf growled again, looked around the entire Great Hall, or as Mike and Jer called it - ritual, and the wolves in it - no one got up and did not dare to raise their heads. "Who is Jack talking to?" a thought flashed through Emily's head. "Who is this Emilia? Where is she? And why is everyone on their knees?" and then it dawned on her. Emilia, princess, is there something? What kind of nonsense is he talking about? The girl tried to answer the leader, but instead of words there was a roar. "Y

’ that was my thought in action as I stared vacantly at the beautiful woman before me. Despite being a very shameful thing among we shifters, I not only slept with Janet in secret, but I had also marked her inadvertently. During heat, it is usually established that the Alpha male and Luna belonged to each other. But I had no Luna. It wasn't a shameful thing that I mated the other she-wolves of the Pack, it was more shameful when it was an Omega. Janet was the most beautiful shifter in my Pack, the Crescent Pack. And that gave me a sense of pride. She was a trophy I owned, but it never lasted. It all ended the day she was killed.

Since I am a wrong, but still a werewolf, I am not deprived of regeneration, and from this I concluded that he is interested in the only type of drugs that I might need, due to my peculiarity. “No,” she lifted her chin and put as much contempt as possible into the tone, able to hide the resentment born in her soul. - Once every three months I visit a gynecological office for another contraceptive injection. You don't have to worry about your wolf cubs being mothered by a slut like me. The answering guttural growl of the werewolf forced him to shudder. But it became clear that so fiercely burned in his eyes. A ruthless menace. “Say it again,” Yang demanded authoritatively.

She yells over the screams as she still holds it on his skin. “Stop it you deranged woman!” Leopold yells as Gemma cries and Kemira’s mom releases a muffled sob. “Oh, and we forgot Gemma! Sweet innocent Gemma. She really is the main attraction. She was the one who admitted that she never saw me get the luna killed.” This gets Leopolds attention. “What?” he looks to Gemma for clarification.

Dante said coolly. "She's not Camellia. She's Gemma Gilbert, the third daughter of the Gilbert family here in Chapelhall."

“Now. And I would suggest that you'd be smart enough not to play a game on me. Otherwise, I'm going to teach you a lesson that you are not going to be forgetting lightly.” “I don’t understand…” “Don’t lie to me.” My grip tightened. “You walk into my territory, bleeding, broken, and somehow your scent sets off a mating bond? You’re masking something. I can feel it. My wolf might be confused, but I’m not. You think that I'm falling for this? You are very wrong, Delilah, if that is of course your real name.” Her eyes welled with tears, not fear, but something performative. Calculated. Her heartbeat increased slightly, but she was still calm as she looked at me, as if trying to control herself.

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.