Harry Styles Gemma Novels & Stories

"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

Ever since Stacey got Gemma a modeling deal, Gemma has been ass-kissing. "She's not that bad." I rolled my eyes. "I knew I'd find you guys here." Oh, what's she doing here? Her face accompanied the forbidden slits. To be honest, the dress looks good on her, I mean she has the legs. "Can I talk to you?" Stacey asked. No! I looked at Gemma's pleading eyes. "Sure." I sent a tight smile towards her direction. "I'll just leave you two." I looked down at my painted nails just in case I need to scratch a bitch, Gemma leaves.

So Gemma is all I’ve got in person. "You have to tell me your secret,” Gemma says with mock seriousness. “I need a crash course in whatever skincare miracle this is." "There’s no secret, Gemma!" I reply, unable to keep from grinning even as I shake my head. "Oh, please. We both know you’re lying." She narrows her eyes playfully and leans closer. "And it’s not just your face. Look at your hair! It's so shiny." She grabs a lock of my hair, running it through her fingers like she’s inspecting precious silk.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

Charles continued, his tone very calm. "After all, you spent 103 thousand dollars at the mall yesterday, all on luxury goods." Howard's face went pale. "How do you even know that?" Charles' gaze was cold as he responded, "I'm Ariel's fiance. I naturally won't allow anyone to bully her." This only shocked the guests even more. Was this really the legendary Treyist who had renounced all worldly things? Had they really heard him correctly? Michael, feeling indignant at being exposed, sneered. "Aren't you a Treyist, Charles? Shouldn't you be free from all desires and worldly cravings? And yet, here you are, clearly after the Kingstons' fortune."

That is the last thing Gemma wants! Gemma took a long shower and stood under the warm water with her eyes closed and thought again about last night. She couldn't shake the feeling that Kyle wasn't going to back down so easily. He was very protective over Skye and would do anything to keep her safe. Gemma got out of the shower and dried herself. She took time again that morning to dress in something that made her feel good. She even spent some extra time doing her makeup. She decided on a warm lime green polo neck and black tights, long boots that came to just below her knees. She looked at herself in the mirror and she knew she looked good. There was a feeling inside Gemma that she wanted to

She lifted up a little to kiss Max, her hair falling over her exposed shoulder, the night dress falling off her right shoulder. Max’s eyes turned amber as he looked at her exposed creamy skin. Gemma wasn’t fully pale as her parents were a mixed couple. Her father was half english and half arab due to his mixed parental background and her mother had been european with a grandfather being african american. Gemma’s creamy skin reminded him of the colour caramel gets right as it starts cooking. Someone once had called it creamy beige; he prefered to say sun-kissed. Leaning down, he runs his nose over the exposed skin and runs his tongue from the junction of her neck to the top of her shoulder bo

"My question is why you and Sabrina get to go together." Gemma was equal parts beautiful and smart. She'd just completed a semester abroad at the local State university and had decided to do a summer internship here as well before heading back to Australia. Gemma was the kind of girl you expected to be on a beach taking pictures for I*******m - fit-but-curved body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a neat braid for work. She often wore business slacks or pencil skirts that went halfway down her shins, and simple blouses that were just tight enough to show off her form without being considered scandalous.

She looked like a sexy school girl and it reminded me that Scarlette was just a year older than me. The question was why she was dressed like that. Gemma wasn't an exception to the weirdness. Well, she's always weird but her outfit today was overly out of the ordinary. She was wearing a blue and white striped wrapped maxi dress, pink cowgirl boots and a weaved straw boater hat. She also had a satin scarf tied into a bow around her neck, and she wore no makeup. Is she okay? Has she finally lost it? "Good morning, everyone," I greeted, my gaze focused on Gemma. Gemma saw me staring and her face turned red from embarrassment.

It's time she becomes his and his only. Amon sent a video from today's meeting. Gemma exudes elegance in a stunning white and black ensemble. Her skirt, a luxurious silk pencil design, falls just above the knee, with a subtle slit at the back. The fitted white blouse features intricate black lace trim along the neckline and cuffs, adding a touch of sophistication. Her hair is styled in a sleek, high bun, showcasing her flawless makeup: subtle smoky eyes, defined brows, and a soft pink lip colour. On her feet, Gemma wears black stiletto heels with delicate ankle straps and a subtle silver buckle.