Soa Gemma Teller Novels & Stories

s anything you forgot? Gemma tried to sound cheerful as she looked up at the house she grew up in. "I think I have everything. If I go back in, I'm sure I'll find something I forgot. And then something else. And then—hey, maybe I'll just stay here." Kyle shook his head. "Yeah, and give Mr. Debuke a reason to say, 'I worked so hard to get you into that program, and you want to stay in Oklahoma?'" She could practically hear his lecture ringing in her ears. "Gemma Marie Havley, do you have any idea how much work I put into that application? I had to get my glasses updated three times just from reading over your drafts."

She could feel her face going red and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Hmm, sorry." Gemma cleared her throat and stood up and straightened her skirt. She tried her very best not to look uncomfortable. "Good day, Mr Thornton. I am Gemma Leroy, Finance Manager of Fenns Inc." "Is something wrong, Mrs Leroy? You look like you've seen a ghost" Something about this woman was intriguing to Grant. "Nothing's wrong" Gemma tried very hard to keep her voice from shaking. "The floor is yours, Mrs Leroy. Impress me..." And Grant could not help but wonder what this woman's skin would feel like beneath his touch.

Gemma guesses that the caller is Jethro, shouting so he can hear her: “I'm not going back, Jethro! You're an asshole, you broke your promise!"

The Twin Prophecies Gemma sat on Max’s lap as she contemplated everything she had been told. Her mind was still trying to process the information mammie had told her twenty minutes ago. The room had erupted when Carrie had told Gemma she was a WiOfa - A white Fae Wolf princess, and the questions were flying out from everyone but Gemma who had sat there in shock, her mind numb. Finally Carrie had told everyone to take a break for half an hour as the adults had each kissed Gemma’s head and left the room, the two warriors standing outside the door.

Jo greeted Gemma and gave her his usual affectionate look. Gemma nodded, but didn’t really pay attention to Jo. Gemma couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at Nero, who turned out to be staring straight at her. Gemma gulped, and she turned back to Jo. “What are you guys doing here?” Gemma asked as she climbed the steps. “It’s the weekend. Can’t we crash at your place??” “I’ve brought a new weapon from the Development and Genetics Engineering Division,” chimed in Sarah, to which Lysis responded enthusiastically.

I can almost hear the heartbeat of each person. "G...Ga...Gael, you are here." Gemma stuttered, her eyes darting around quickly; she must be trying to figure out the perfect lie to say to escape the situation. "B…baby, you wouldn't believe this crazy man; he is trying to accuse me of setting Nia up. I can't believe that half-breed would go this far to get her way back. Both of them are trying to make me look like the culprit. He is the one you have been searching for. The half-breed's lover." She said it so quickly that one would think her mouth was on fire. How quickly she could conjure the lie in less than twenty seconds.

Zoey lied. Gemma could immediately tell that Zoey was hiding something and stopped asking about it. Instead, she asked the guard, "What's going on here?" The guard pointed at Yara. "Ms. Zelnik, that person insists on seeing you." Gemma hated women like Yara the most. After all, the latter started contacting a married man shortly after James had passed away and had even agreed to give away the money he'd left for her. Without looking at Yara at all, Gemma coldly asked, "What do you want?"

"I know him. Sort of. We’ve met before… briefly. I just didn’t know it would lead to this." Gemma narrowed her eyes. "What’s his name?" "I can’t say yet." "Elora Miller." Gemma called, while allowing her green eyes to look me over. "I’m serious. I’m not sure I can tell you right now." I pressed on. Gemma fell back dramatically onto the bed. "You’re killing me. This is some secret agent spy-movie level of shit." I laughed. "It’s not. I’m just… trying to process it."

Zara struggled to form words, and she stammered, “W…what? Are you really…pregnant, Gemma?” Gemma took a sonogram from her handbag and replied, “I am not lying, Zara. I am pregnant with twins. Are you happy for me?” Zara swallowed the bitterness in her heart and said, “Gemma, I have been haunted by the question of how my overseas private affairs had reached the prosecutor’s ears. Was it you who told that woman that I have been married, Gemma?” Gemma laughed out loud and replied, “Yes, it was me. I told Mrs Cooper that you had been married, but you never told me that you had been divorced.