Jemma Dantdm Novels & Stories

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

One hand kept his balance while the other held Lizza Starshimmer, fast asleep. "Bastard! What are you doing? Put my grand-daughter down!" "Let them go first," Dormand requested, sounding threatening. Jemma's silence allowed Jay and Ruby to take Glenn out. "Put her down safely!" Jemma repeated. Jemma's heartfelt pumping is watching her grand-daughter being taken into free fall. Luckily, Dormand landed smoothly. "Just admit that our clan is too cool. I even managed to trick all of you. The suit you wore contained my scent, while I went to kidnap your grandson and inject her

"You weren't there." Daniel knew what Jemima wanted to hear, so he said, "Fine, I'll find a way to sign Tatiana, humiliate her, and make sure she doesn’t get the Best Actress award. You deserve it, Jemima." Jemima immediately sat up, a smile on her slightly red face. She placed a light kiss on his lips and whispered, "I knew you would help me." Daniel had never hurt his artists before, but he treated Jemima specially because he was in love with her.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you seem good for him.” I almost dropped the teapot. “Me.......?” “Yes, dear.” Her eyes softened. “Damian has always been… controlled. Too controlled. He carries his father’s name like it’s armor and chains at the same time.” She sighed. “He needed someone who sees the man, not the title.” Something tugged deep in my chest. “Damian is… complicated,” I said softly. “Of course he is. You don’t build an empire without learning to lock a few doors in your heart.” She smiled knowingly. “But he’s opening those doors for you. I can see it.”

She commanded. No one moved. Her eyes glazed around and then she spoke. “Denise, come forward.” The blood walked forward, dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a paper. I waited, watching her unwrap it and she smiled. “It's not me.” “Amber,” the priestess called. The red Head climbed the stairs and picked a paper. She was shaking as she opened the paper and then spoke with a relaxed happy voice. “Not me, either.” Then the next one climbed and another until…

He chuckled, shook his head, and disappeared again. Yup. That’s me now…Damien’s personal maid. Tragic, right? Once upon a time, I was meant to be a soon-to-be rich woman, living easy once my deal with Jace came through. But fate? Oh no. Fate handed me an apron and said surprise, sweetheart. Gosh I hate this arrogant man who calls himself Damien Voss so much. The cruel joke? He still thinks I don’t remember a thing…that I’m floating around in some convenient little amnesia bubble. But I remember everything.

Jemma still hasn’t shared what her plan actually was for getting the guys out of prison or why she needed me to help her… which was strange because she said I needed to come back as soon as possible and it just feels like we're all mooching around, wasting time. I tried asking a few times but she just kept telling me she was waiting on some information and then she was going to share it with everyone. It seemed weird but I wasn’t going to question her, she seemed to know what she was doing. She was our biker queen who dealt with outlaws on a daily basis after all.

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.

His nod made her have a go ahead and she injected his neck with the black liquid . "Sweetdreams motherfucker" she whispered to him with a grin stood up. She then packed the money before exiting from the back door of the club. Her name is Lucy and she's the nightmare of guys living in daylight. She's a member of the female revolution gang , hunters and killers of men. According to her motto, men are liars and she strives to end the lives of all those who maltreat and disrespect women.