Jemma Simmons Shield Novels & Stories

"What the fuck bitch? Why don't you just leave if you're going to keep judging me. It's a job interview like every other." "Except you look like Wumi," Simi yelled unconsciously. "Shola! This is not you." "Jesus Simi! It's not like you've never seen me dress like this." "Yeah when you're going clubbing not job hunting," Simi suddenly jumped up abruptly and groaned, "For God's sake Shola you're wearing a coat over a bikini!!!" "So, what! So, what Simi? Please please please, if you're going to keep stressing me, you better leave." Simi picked up her purse and bolted out, grumbling incoherently.

“She has a social security number and a bank account containing $6.2 million; a twitter account she rarely updates. Owns a penthouse apartment in the city. Has a bodyguard/chauffer by the name of Vincent Armalli and a personal assistant called Tiffany Walker.” “What’s Vince like as a bodyguard?” Emmett cuts in. He needs to know Vince can protect Simone when he needs to. “He is highly skilled in martial arts and went to the junior Olympics for pistol shooting. Left the sport during college where he met Tiffany and they are together now. All information on Leona came about two years ago. Before that; there is nothing on her. Leona Simmons must be a stage name. If we were to know her name prior

As soon as he finished speaking, he started attacking Simon. Everyone retreated to the side and cleared out the space by the shore for them. Sharon knew that Simon was pretty good at fighting, but he was still bound to his wheelchair. It was not convenient for him to move about, especially since he still had to deal with Jesse’s attacks. Jesse attacked Simon using his kickboxing skills. Each of his moves was extremely harsh as they were all aimed at Simon’s most vulnerable body parts. After Jesse made three moves, Simon fought back against him.

"What text messages? I never—" "Simon!" Gemini cried, reaching for him as the officers began to handcuff him. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, panic rising in her throat. "Don't worry," Simon said urgently, his eyes locked on hers. "This is a mistake. Call Richard—he's my lawyer. Tell him what's happened." Detective Harlow nodded to his men, who began leading Simon toward one of the SUVs. "Wait!" Gemini called out, stumbling after them. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen, making her gasp. She clutched her stomach, doubling over.

“Plans like this need evidence as a backup. If we’re not careful, it could all backfire.” I nodded. “If we play our cards right, Emma won’t even need solid evidence. She’ll believe Simeon is cheating on her just from the accusation. Trust me, I know how she thinks.” Veronica leaned forward, her interest piqued. “Okay, now who do you think is best for the job?” “Judith,” I said immediately. “She works in Pixel Forge Studios. And to specific, she is Emma's secretary. They know each other well enough to make this believable. Plus, Judith is beautiful—she has the face, the hips…”

“Look around you, Ms. Simmons. You’re surrounded. There’s nowhere you can run to. You’re at our mercy now, so do you think that’s what you should be saying? I heard that Zachary once plugged Bryson’s mouth with Tiffany’s sock for your sake, so from this second onward, if I hear another sarcastic reference to me from your mouth, I will personally take off Bryson’s stinky sock and stuff it into your mouth.” Charlotte was so frightened that cold sweat began to ooze out of her forehead. She did not dare mention anything about Jebediah and Lorraine anymore. She just said submissively, “Alright then. Let’s skip all this crap. Tiffany Miller is just a tool for you to use, right? How can you let you

"Yeah, it actually went well. Moni was actually calm and listened to everything we said. Emma was amazing, though; she was really anxious before seeing her, but when she got there, she was really confident and didn't back down from any questions she wanted to ask. Then, as we were leaving, she forgave her." "Wow seriously? Does Jimin really forgive her?" Lucus nodded. "Emma is really something else." Lucus smiled and looked over where Emma was; she was having what looked to be a deep conversation with Allen. "Lucus!" Simon shouted, and Lucus looked over at him, confused. "I was calling your name like five times," Simon laughed. "Oh, sorry, I got distracted, I guess." Simon rolled his eyes an

He paused, then added, “Everyone’s asking about you. Don’t flake.” Simon, the name hit me like a gut punch. Alina's friend Emma’s step-brother. Emma, with her dirty mouth and bad influence, hanging around Alina was like a virus. I had already warned Simon but her friend was clinging on to my girl. If Simon was there, Emma’s influence could be eliminated. Alina was mine to protect, even if it meant dragging my obsessed ass out. “Fine,” I growled. “I’m coming. But keep the weed lut.”

"How are you going to explain this to the pack?" Simone looked around wildly, panic completely taking over her posture. Her eyes locked onto a massive, jagged shard of mirror resting near her shoe. She dropped to her knees, snatching the glass up. The sharp edge sliced straight into her palm, bright red blood dripping onto the porcelain tiles, but she did not even blink. She held it up like a weapon. "You attacked me first!" she shrieked, pointing the shard at her own chest. "No matter what story you tell, they will believe me. Your reputation is already dead."

He buried his face in my neck and mumbled, "Babe, I've gotten so used to relying on you... I figured you'd protect me." I knew something was off. But I stayed quiet—because I loved him. There are a million ways to love. In our mess of a story? I was the strong one. He was the human version of a 'protect me' button. Until now. Shayne—yeah, the same guy who always hid behind me—suddenly turned into Captain Shield, throwing himself in front of Vanessa. Lipstick still smeared on his collar, arms out like some wannabe hero.