Harry Styles Gemma Novels & Stories

It barely holds my boobs in, and I'm sure my labia are hanging out, but I have to admit, I look good. Gemma and Violet aren't dressed any less slutty than I am, though. Gemma's dirty blonde hair is pulled up with a few hairs framing her face, her dress is light purple and strapless, and she's got white strappy heels on. Violet lets her wavy chestnut hair free, her midnight blue dress is backless like mine, but it has one off-the-shoulder strap, and she is wearing a pair of black flats. They both look sexy as hell too!

So Lukas lead her to the stage to receive her award. "It's seems that Mr James Alley is not around his awards will be received by his representative." The emcee announced expecting a man to receive the award. Ruby glide towards the stage with her Sapphire blue gown, with halter neck and the back cut low with studded Bossom and a slit cut to show off her perfect figure and smooth long legs, the way she moves mermerized the audience. Who wonders about her identity.

They got to the car and Harry drove off the moment she was strapped in. “Can I ask you a question Chloe." Harry said keeping his focus on the road as usual. Gemila glanced at him before bouncing her head. Harry noticed the movement of her head so he continued. “Do you by any chance know a woman named Gemila Prescott? She use to be a close friend to Yasmine, your best friend if I'm not mistaken." Gemila stilled at Harry's question. Where was this suddenly coming from? Did he already find out? Harry noticed her sudden uneasiness and a small smile appeared on his face though it vanished as quickly as it came.

Because there was only Harvey and an elderly butler, there was no other help, and Harvey never thought of cleaning up this place. But at that party, he met the goddess Gemma, and from then on a thought sprouted in his heart that he could bring Gemma to his mansion, his territory, and hide her here without anyone knowing. Harvey then thought that a goddess like Gemma was not suitable for a dirty party like this; her position should be in the most luxurious and splendid places. That is why after that dinner, Harvey had everything renovated; he felt that the classic and noble style would be suitable for Gemma.

I gasp audibly as I behold myself. Rachel has worked magic with my bob, straightening even more and layering gently against my face, instantly giving it more volume and movement. The left side of the bob is tucked behind my ear and the edges of my hair have been styled into a curl just by my ears. Gemma went for a bold, chunky pair of silver earrings because there won't be a necklace, she says. She's the stylist and I absolutely respect her opinions. The dress is sleeveless and the swell of my breasts are slightly obvious above the sweetheart neckline. If there's one thing I've always been proud of, it's my shoulders and they are on full on display in the dress. That was part of the reason G

Elena stared at her, not making any attempt to hide her irritation. Gemma reached for the mirror on her desk and stared at her reflection. “This wasn't the hairstyle I had on yesterday,” she noted. Unless her hairstyle had been changed in her sleep, but by who? The more she stared at herself, she realized she had seen that hair style before, it was from two years ago, when she had long hair, before her mum made her cut it to match Elena's who didn't like the fact that Gemma’s hair was longer than hers. “Mother wants you downstairs in five minutes. The stylist and makeup artist are here,” Elena announced, and headed for the door.

he asserted with conviction, and I smiled at him. "That's what I hope for the most... that's what I hope for the most..." They gave me a brief nod, and I entered the house, in search of Gemma, whom I found near the pool. She had changed and was ready in a beautiful floral dress, not very discreet, with her hair styled to the side and earrings that complemented the whole ensemble, embracing her one-piece swimsuit. She was a very beautiful woman, with a demure appearance but with great potential and a confidence I envied.

Scarlett stood there, unblinking, like an antelope caught in the deer's light as she stared at Gemma. What was Gemma doing in the palace? And why was she with the king? And why had she dyed her hair red? Scarlett could hardly believe her eyes. Kellan's hand was wrapped around Gemma's shoulder as they walked in. When Gemma caught sight of her, she flashed an intimidating smirk, further confusing Scarlett. It felt like a dream she expected to wake up from soon.

Ugh, this is stressful. “My lady,” Gemma calls out from behind me, before shoving a tray of pastries in front of my face. “You didn’t have to. I'm not hungry,” I tell her. “I’ll have it then,” she grins youthfully, grabbing a cinnamon roll. With my curiosity on edge, I ask, “Gem, how old are you?” She looks very young. I’d say around eighteen. Taken aback, she bats her lashes a few times before replying. “Twenty-one years, my lady. Why do you ask?”

just when I think that I got everything figured out, now I'm back to square one. "Larry," Gemma greets me as she confidently struts into my office. Today she looks beautiful in her black pencil skirt and red blouse. Her eye makeup is natural in contrast to the bright red lipstick that matches the color of her slightly fitted blouse. Her black high heels Mary Janes made her legs look longer. My mouth waters to the perfect sight in front of me. "Gemma, how are you today? How's Julian?" She appeared a bit startled when I asked about our son. I mentally pat myself on the back for blurting, asking about our little boy. However, I am genuinely curious because I do miss seeing him.