Harry Styles Gemma Novels & Stories

Without thinking, I grabbed the gem and slid it into a matching hole in the door. After what seemed an eternity, a dull thunk resounded as the final piece slid into place. As one, the we steeled ourselves as the water's strength pulled open the iron door. With it, blackness yawned before us, promising menace, mystery, and the trials that would forge them into what they must become. We lay into the shadows together, the stale air rushing past us. The black gemstone that had opened the door seemed dull and lifeless now in my hand. All that remained was the journey forward into the darkness, the memories of Haley weighing heavy on our hearts with every step.

“It's all like a fairytale, isn't it? Engaged to be married to the unreachable, untamable Declan Starr. Lucky you, girl!” Yes… lucky her… She wasn't thinking that way later that evening as she nervously got herself ready to go to Jude Brennan's party. If Queen Warwick was an example of Declan Starr's friends, then there would be some really sophisticated people at this party tonight. Her dress was russet-colored silk and emphasized her slenderness and suited her like no other she had ever possessed. Gemma had washed her hair and brushed it dry until it gleamed reddish-brown, and applied a light eye make-up, brushing a soft peach lip gloss over her lips.

Wormie licked his lips. “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m asking you. Is that woman really Gemma Peake the celebrity?” Harvey smiled. “It’s true. It’s really her.” Wormie and Toady looked at each other, and they showed vicious and disgusting smiles at the same time. They had slept with a lot of women, but they had never slept with a celebrity before. At most, they had just slept with some insignificant female live streamer. They had not slept with a real celebrity.

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 hated her guts. Michael Adams was an unexpected news she had stumbled upon while roaming her life. Her source had told her how it is believed that she had changed and became stone cold after that particular man. To Emma, that was a pleasant news. She didn’t hesitate to try to find the man, contacting him and setting up a meeting. He had ignored her at first, but he replied as soon as possible when she told him it was about Starr Hart. That was a green light for Emma, telling her that they were obviously going to be on the same page.

She was nervous about the answer. “Oh Angel cakes,” He chuckled gently. “I don’t want the gem now that I got you. I know not what you want to hear but it’s true. Baby wither you are the gem or not I want you and only you. The Gem means nothing to me now that I have found you.” “What did you want with the Gem.” Rosalie asked blushing after what he said. She had never felt so much love before. She loved it however and prayed nothing would change.

In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight! Gemma took great pleasure in embarrassing me with her hot tales, and shortly started probing me for advice about my meagre sex life. She got me to admit I wasn’t a virgin, however, I stopped short of telling her—along with the other girls—how much I enjoyed wanking off boys. One day when it was silent in the salon, Gemma took it upon herself to give me a makeover. Before I knew what was happening, she had cut colored and styled my hair, then took me clothes shopping (financed by Mom) in the local mall later that day.

I felt I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw Gemma standing before me. She had a faint purple and golden aura that outlined her. Her hair was much longer than I remembered it and it was draped over her shoulders. She wore a short white dress that rested around her thighs and fit her loosely. “Gemma?” I whispered, staring up at her in disbelief. She gave me a faint smile and bowed her head briefly. “I’ve been waiting and wondering if you were going to pay me a visit.”

"You dirty thing. I'll take that as a compliment, though." Cora closed in on her to help Gemma push a stray strand of hair out of her face. The latter was wearing an off-the shoulder black dress that highlighted the fairness of her soft skin. It was long-sleeved and sat just above her knees. Paired with her golden high heels and matching clutch, she looked like she was going on a date. "See you tomorrow. I mean, don't come back tonight. Let Livian enjoy you all night." Gemma shook her head. "What a dirty mouth. Would you die if you didn't sound so crass about it?"