Jemma Dantdm Novels & Stories

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

He gasped, then looked back at her as she towered over him, and the man tried to say something but his mouth was full of blood, so he spat, then tried again. “Who the fuck are you, woman? You aren’t an ordinary woman, some of these moves aren’t from here. Your style is similar to...” The man started to say, but then Jemma snarled and pushed the man to the ground and then her knees pushed against his neck, making the man gasp for air.

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

Outside the room, Gemma stood right in front of the door, rubbing her lower back and muttering curses under her breath, still considering whether to return inside or leave. She looked up when a shadow fell over her. Her expression changed immediately. Dante stood there, towering over her, his presence suffocating. Gemma stumbled, falling once again. “Stand up,” he ordered. Gemma hesitated, and then after a heartbeat, she forced a smile. “Alpha Dante, I was just…” “Stand. Up.” Dante repeated. The command in his voice carried Alpha authority this time. Gemma’s body reacted before her pride could stop it. She rose to her feet, her jaw clenched tightly.

"Are you certain this will work?" Alex inquired in a tone that was both skeptical and inquisitive. Jemma's red lips curled into a smug smile as she reclined on the soft leather chair. "Have my plans ever fallen through?" My breath seized in my throat as I stood in the corridor, obscured by the darkness. Jemma's distinctive haughtiness was evident in her voice. She was planning something with Alex in the study, and the tone of their conversation was enough to make my skin crawl.

"I guess I am the one who slapped you not the other way round.I am hurt emotionally but it's my fault I am in love with her.Don't feel sorry for me..." "I am not talking about you bro, I am talking about Jemima..." "Who is Jemima?" He raised his eyebrows at me. "Is she a model, influencer, model or a daughter to one of father's associates?" He continued. "She is a baker" I replied dryly and downed another glass of whisky. "What?" Daniel spat out the whisky that was in his mouth all over the carpet. "Yeah.It's no big deal..." "What happened to the Drake who hated middle class women because he thought they are materialistic?" It was evident he was trying so hard not to laugh.

Yedam asked. "The Russo brothers, Valerie and Dante are a hard nut to crack, they always go out surrounded by security, it would be hard to get them unaware but Dante has a weakness, Camilla. He is in love with her, she doesn't go out without security, if we can get her, Dante would lose focus and then you can do to him whatever you want" Paula told Yedam. "So all I have to do is kidnap this Camilla girl?" he asked. "Yes and Dante would do whatever you want, kidnap her and take her to this location, nobody will suspect that she is there" Paula said as she gave Yedam an address written on a piece of paper.

If that ends up being the case, both he and Bree will have their hands full. “No, actually you stay. It would be good to get your take on this.” I saw as relaxes back into the armchair a bit, while still keeping his elbows on his knees, like he’s already planning a strategy for whatever is going on. He’s a lot like Jacob in that respect, I realize. Like Jacob, Dax, while an adult, is also still young and is determined to do his job well (which he always does), taking things very seriously as to not be looked upon as a pup. That’s when she arrives. The woman who taught me about compassion, taught me how to care for a pack, also taught me how to fight, and how to make the best damn chocolate c