Gemma Teller Morrow Novels & Stories

On the day of the crash, I called Enzo Vitale ninety-nine times on the emergency channel. On the hundredth call, his Consigliere finally picked up. "Don Enzo has already used family resources to escort Miss Moretti to a private hospital," he said. "Her condition…isn’t good. Don asked me to tell you not to disturb him again." But that was not the worst part. When I woke up, my baby was gone. The doctor said the accident was too severe and they could not save the child. Then I heard the truth. “Chiara is carrying my child,” Enzo said. “Her last wish is to have a child before she goes. I gave her that. But this must stay between us. Alessia cannot know.” “We had no choice,” my mother Rosalina said, her voice flat. “Chiara doesn't have long. We want her last days to be peaceful.” “Alessia will understand,” my father Alberto said. “She's always been reasonable. She'll see this is about giving a dying woman her final wish.” They were comforting a dying woman. My child was dead. But all they cared about was Chiara's baby. I stumbled away. Chiara stood at the end of the hallway and smiled at me. “I am not dying,” she whispered. “I just want everything you have.” I picked up my phone and dialed a number. “Professor Luciano,” I said quietly. “I've changed my mind. I am ready to join your closed medical research program.” The woman who once begged for love had died with her child.

After I was reborn, the first thing I did was burn every photo of Vincent Corleone and me. Then I threw his engagement ring into the fireplace and deleted every voicemail where he swore I was the only woman he would ever love. Because in my last life, that love turned me into a joke. Vincent said he loved me, but after I gave up my place at a world-class institute for him, he took Lilian White to Europe instead. She was the orphan he felt guilty for. The fragile girl he said needed protection. I was Isabella Rossi, heiress to the Rossi crime family. So I was supposed to be strong. Strong enough to smile when he missed my birthday for her. Strong enough to stay quiet when she wore my mother’s necklace. Strong enough to survive the crash meant to kill me. For seven days, I lay in a hospital bed, conscious but unable to move, listening to him visit my room for two minutes before spending the rest of the day holding her hand. Before my heart stopped, I finally understood. Vincent would kill for me. But he would always choose her. When I opened my eyes again, I was back three months before I rejected the institute for him. This time, I did not cry. I did not ask him to choose. I accepted the offer, sold my assets, erased my name from his life, and waited for my birthday. The day Vincent planned to propose again was the day I disappeared. He could keep his guilt. He could keep his fragile little Lilian. I was done being the strong woman he never thought he had to save.

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.

With mixed feelings, Jillian Moore goes to the casting of the new season of "The Super Model" to investigate the case of a missing girl behind the scenes. Before she knows it, she stumbles into a turbulent whirlpool of glamour, ambition and shady dealings. When, to make matters worse, she falls in love and has to shimmy from one lie to the next, her life seems to come completely apart at the seams ...

Maria Gemma Mendoza was no ordinary student. Brilliant, disciplined, and admired, she rose to become the student head of Amarillo University. Yet her world collapsed when whispers spread that her father, Edward Mendoza, had embezzled funds from a powerful corporation. The scandal stained her reputation, and the once-proud halls of Amarillo turned hostile, its pupils eager to tarnish her name. Fate intervened in the most unexpected way. In a chance encounter, Gemma discovered that her disgraced father was not only innocent but had once been the King’s closest confidant. Moved by loyalty and justice, the King vowed to help Gemma restore her father’s honor and reclaim all that had been unjustly taken. But his promise came with a condition: Gemma must serve as the personal maid to the chosen heir, Prince Augustus Cynfael Clemente—the enigmatic, unknown prince destined for the throne. To fulfill this pact, the King admitted Gemma into Borstal International School, an elite academy reserved exclusively for boys. Her arrival shocked the institution; she was the lone female among its ranks. Yet her presence in Prince Augustus’s life ignited fury rather than acceptance. To him, Gemma was an intrusion, a reminder of obligations he despised. He resolved to drive her away, believing cruelty and torment would be the surest weapons. But torment has a way of unraveling into something unexpected. Hatred gave way to reluctant care, and care began to stir emotions Augustus had long buried. As Gemma endured his wrath, she also awakened his heart. Their story became one of dangerous contradictions—of pain entwined with tenderness, of duty colliding with desire. Will Prince Augustus defy the King’s sacred decree for love? And when the moment comes, can Gemma say I do to a man who was never meant to be hers?

Gemma Havley never expected her first taste of freedom to be so bittersweet. As her brother drives her away from the only home she’s ever known, a U-Haul full of memories trailing behind, Gemma leaves more than just a small town in her rearview mirror—she leaves behind heartbreak, secrets, and the boy she never stopped loving. Thrown into the chaos of college life, Gemma must navigate new friendships, old wounds, and the daunting task of building a future when the past refuses to let go. With the comfort of family fading in the distance and hope feeling farther away than ever, Gemma is about to learn that sometimes the hardest journeys are the ones that bring you home to yourself. A story of resilience, found family, and the courage to begin again, this is Gemma’s fight to reclaim her heart—and her life—one mile at a time.

“You think I care for what happens to my life?” “The last thing that is certain to happen to all humans is death. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” * Gemma thought that in her life she would never go out while Elenio’s sky was still dark. But after she moved to Ayria, the capital of Elenio, she had that opportunity. Living in a country that has a curfew, Gemma and the millions of people in Elenio never get to enjoy the atmosphere after sunset. Elenio is a beautiful small country in the South Pacific Ocean. At first glance, this country looks like an ordinary country, but actually, this little country holds a big thing: Draconian. Night creatures that roam and kill humans. Of all the inhabitants of Elenio, only the Arcthurian, a special force formed to fight the Draconians, had ever seen the figure of this monstrous creature. Gemma’s work at a nightclub, a forbidden place in Elenio, the actions of her childhood best friend, Jonathan, and Gemma’s encounter with a mysterious handsome man, brings Gemma to be involved in Archturian. Until finally Gemma finds out that the curse of this country is closely related to her.

After being locked away her entire life for her protection, Esme is finally let loose on the world. Being half vampire half human in a new world of mean girls and social expectations leaves her unprepared. Luckily for her, she had a guardian ready and waiting to help her through the challenges. Will finding out the identity of her guardian turn out to be her greatest difficulty of all?

My ex-husband is getting married. and.... I’m the one hired to plan the wedding. My name is Arabella Paloma Garcia. Five years ago, I was arranged to marry an Italian heir with an angel’s face and the personality of something between a blizzard and a natural disaster: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi. We spent one year of marriage arguing hard enough to make a lawyer retire early. Then his ex came back, and I left with a divorce bracelet on my finger… and a pair of babies in my belly. Now I live in San Francisco. I own a wedding planning company, I’m a single mom to two demon twins, and I’m very, very proud of the fact that the name Ricciardi doesn’t appear anywhere in my life. Until one email lands in my inbox: Ricciardi–Marino Wedding. Groom: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi. Bride: Alessandra Marino… the woman who once became the reason I got kicked out of his life. I should’ve said no. But Alessandra is infuriating, and I want to prove I’m over Rafael. So I take the job. But he walks in with a cold stare that sends my stomach straight to the floor. No recognition. A helicopter crash two years ago wiped six years of his life. Including me. Including our marriage. Perfect. I’ll plan my ex-husband’s wedding, send him down the aisle, and go back to my life. The plan goes smoothly. Right up until the wedding day. The bride disappears. The guests are waiting. The media is already rolling. And Rafael closes the bridal suite door… drops a bomb that earns him my fist in his face: “You’re the one who going to walk down the aisle with me.”

Genius hacker Gemma Bessemer suddenly finds herself reincarnated as a four-and-a-half-year-old little ball of cuteness, gaining a CEO father and four overprotective brothers. Gemma Bessemer: "That nouveau riche auntie is scolding An'an..." CEO Father: "A storm is coming; her business should go bankrupt soon." Eldest Brother: "I'll be the one to deliver the news of her bankruptcy."