Gemma Teller Morrow Hair Novels & Stories

Since Axe was a little boy, he had been raised by a multi-million mafia boss to be his bodyguard, but not just that... After Axe has grown up to be a man, he finds out that his seven bullies are now successful and powerful rich men, and they are set on making Axe's life a living hell, just as in the orphanage. After all, he's just a useless bodyguard, or is he?

Scarlett Grey was initially just a young college graduate unaware of the truth surrounding her birth. She leaves her home in Canberra and arrives on a tour to Birmingham city with her bosom friend only to discover too suddenly, the reality that she was the legitimate daughter of a billionaire tycoon. Faced with a new family that wasn't willing to accept her, she fights to fulfil her dead mother's desires amidst the chaos. However, the weight of responsibility seemed too much of a burden to her and she eventually finds herself torn between two men whose presence were of great importance to her life. As the battle for power and love intensifies between her and her half-siblings, Scarlett had vowed to never stop in her taste for revenge amidst it all. She was going to stop at nothing, protecting what was hers and securing the legacy of her late mother. And she doesn't plan to stop just at that, for she must make sure she brings havoc to the one who destroyed her family's chance at attaining happiness. And until she's gotten her perfect revenge, the fight must go on...

Alessandra Cuevas is an ordinary girl who gave up in pursuing her dreams to support her family. However, she reached the point of tiredness. She then wished for a new life, an adventurous one. Eventually, her wish came true! There, she became Eliane and met new people that accepted and loved her, howbeit, she also experienced the alternate universe’s unjustness. Will Eliane continue to live her new life? Or will she find her way back to her world?

That night was supposed to belong to Mia. She had spent a month practicing for her first piano recital. I had cooked all afternoon, set the table, and helped her into the pale blue dress Luca loved. She stood beside the piano, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling with excitement. Then Luca's phone rang. Vivienne was spiraling again. After Luca's older brother died, his widow never really came back from it. On her worst nights, she forgot the difference between the dead husband she had lost and the brother-in-law who kept showing up to save her. And Luca always showed up. Every time Vivienne broke, he left us behind. Every time he came home, he brought apologies, pretty gifts, and promises for next time. And every time, I believed him. Until that night. Before he could make another excuse, I placed the divorce papers in front of him. He signed without reading them, then touched my shoulder like he was the one being generous. "When this is over, I'll make it up to you," he said. "You, me, and Mia. The Maldives. No calls. No interruptions." Then he kissed our daughter's hair and walked out before she played a single note. What Luca didn't know was that Mia's passport was already packed. So was the little suitcase under her bed. I was done waiting for a man who only loved us when no one else needed him. This time, he could come home to an empty house.

Three nights ago, I was locked inside my own family’s underground wine cellar. When my congenital heart condition hit, I called my husband, Zane Corleone, and begged him to come save me. He didn’t come. Instead, he stayed with another woman all night because she was afraid of the dark—and told me to stop faking it for attention. That was the moment I finally understood. If he cared that much about her, then I would do the one thing neither of them expected. I would make room for her. In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

She was running from her past. He was still mourning his. What happens when both come back from the dead? After Samantha's world is shattered by a viral betrayal she never saw coming, the last thing she expects is a lifeline from the coldest man she’s ever met—David Smith. Ruthless, rich, and emotionally locked behind iron gates, David offers her a deal: marry him to fix his image, and in return, she gets her life back. No strings, no emotions, no expectations. But Samantha isn’t the naive girl she once was. She knows better than to fall for a man who still wears the ghost of his ex like a second skin—especially when that ex is the same woman who once destroyed her in college. Still, something unspoken brews between them. Something dangerously tender. Just when the ice begins to melt and Samantha thinks she might have found a home in his arms, the unthinkable happens: Kimberly—David’s dead ex, Samantha’s worst nightmare—walks back into their lives… very much alive. And Samantha? She’s pregnant. Now trapped between a man she can’t trust, a woman who haunts her every breath, and a secret growing inside her… Samantha must ask herself: Was she ever more than a placeholder for the woman he couldn’t bury? Or worse—did he already know Kimberly was alive all along?

A week before Easter, Adrian gave me seven days off and had a ticket to Stockholm slipped into my bag. I thought he was finally learning how to care. Then I heard him talking to our son on the staircase. “Dad, are you really going to marry Aunt Bianca? What about Mom?” Noah was holding his model car, trying to sound brave. Adrian was quiet for a moment. “It’s only a legal marriage. Matteo is gone. Bianca and Sophia are exposed, and I can’t leave them that way. They need the DeLuca name for protection.” “Does Mom know?” “She can’t know.” His voice softened. “Keep this from her, Noah. On your birthday, I’ll buy you that Aston Martin model you want.” So the ticket was never a gift. It was a way to move me out of the picture. If he could put his family name on another woman, even for show, then I could take back the pride and ambition I had buried in this marriage. This time, when I left for the north, I would not come back.

I was Alpha Adrian’s mate, his Luna, and the woman who held his pack together for ten years. Then he decided Bianca needed “protection.” Protection meant giving her his name in front of the Pack Council. It meant letting her stand at his right hand, wear the Luna jewels, and let her daughter call him Daddy while our son waited for him at home. He called it duty. He called it temporary. He expected me to understand. I did. I understood that every time he had to choose, he chose someone else. So I stopped begging for the place that was already mine. I took our son, walked into the severance ritual, and tore our mate bond out by the roots. Adrian thought I would come back once his guilt caught up with him. But by the time he realized what he had lost, I was already free.

Fiona vanished ten years ago, walking away from her billionaire father, his new wife, and the stepbrother she refused to meet. She built a new life, married a man she trusted, and created a company from nothing—until the night she walked in on her husband and best friend in bed together. Devastated, she escaped to a bar, where one reckless kiss with a stranger led to a night of passion she could never forget. She never expected to see him again. She definitely didn’t expect him to be Rafael Velmera, her powerful new boss… and the stepbrother she never met. Neither of them knew the truth that night. Now, they are trapped in a world of secrets, betrayal, and a desire they should never feel. But Fiona is hiding more than just her name. She’s hiding a child… and a war is coming. Because the night she gave in to him didn’t just destroy her morals, It destroyed the lie her entire life was built on. And what she’s about to discover will change everything. What if the man she’s forbidden to love… is the only one who has ever truly been hers?

On the night before the wedding, New York was washed in cold rain. The rehearsal at St. Patrick's Cathedral had been set for seven o'clock. Under the vaulted ceiling, the white roses, black satin bows, and silver candelabras had all been arranged exactly the way I wanted. But by the time the rehearsal ended, he still hadn't shown up. At 11:17 that night, I finally got a message from him. [Sophia is pregnant. Although the baby isn’t mine, I can’t let her child be born carrying the name of an illegitimate child.] [I went to City Hall with her tonight and made it legal.] [The wedding is still happening tomorrow.] [That piece of paper is just a formality. The person standing at the altar will still be you.] [Don't let outsiders know too much. And don't ruin her reputation.] I stared at those lines for a long time. In the end, I replied with a single word. [Okay.] I don't want the wedding and you.