Gemma Wolfe Novelas e Histórias

"Good morning, boss. You look happy today." Rebecca had the audacity to smile at Gemma when the latter arrived at Gem Bliss in the morning. She sure was fake. No wonder no one ever suspected her. She was an actual wolf in sheep's skin. Gemma paused in her steps with a brilliant smile. "It's indeed a good morning. I finally caught the little birdie that has been stealing my grain."

“This tournament is the start of great things. But it is a testament to our Gem. She had managed to bring werewolves together, despite the history of infighting and pack wars.” There was a murmur of agreement to her words. “And we have discovered the reason for that. Despite Gemma being a very sincere human that got caught up in the werewolf world, she was always meant to be here, judging by her werewolf mate and the ease with which she had taken over running her pack.” Bain stepped forward, then. “I had been curious about Gemma’s aura since I first met her. And after much research, I have found the reasons for it. Gemma Anne Foster is not only a Finder, but our research has proved that she

I noticed Elias glance at me, a knowing look on his face. "I understand." I said, "We would like to share with you a vital piece of information. Something that will help us in this fight. A reason to join hands." I paused, taking a deep breath. Here goes. "I present to you…" the door to the main hall swung open and all eyes fell on the person who walked in: Gemma. "Gemma D' Laurence...." I continued, pausing again to let the weight of my words settle. "The White Wolf."

Hughes said like it was no big deal. “You stole that position from me!” Gemma yelled at him, now pissed off. The man simply shrugged, further infuriating Gemma. “Well, since you want to play it this way, I'm as ready as ever.” “What can you possibly do?” Hughes smiled. “I might be nothing to you, Hughes. But out there, I'm Gemma Ferguson, Derek Ferguson’s wife. That name holds more power than your entire company can ever hold.”

I responded in refusal, “there's something I want to do.” “The witch ran away, and you already killed the werewolf,” Arwan announced. “What else do you want to do?” “You can come out now,” I yelled into the void, and the young girl walked out. Her tiny voice rang out, “What happened to Mama?” I shook my head, “She's not your mama alright, that's a wicked witch trying to make you a weapon. You cannot be like her.” She nodded in understanding, “My name is Gemma. I won't be like her. Can I go with you?”

He shifted back into his wolf form, and jumped off the tree, landing solidly on the ground. * Gemma heard the thud on the ground, and gasped sharply. She spun around, saw the mighty wife wolf in front of her, and immediately knew it was the king. She'd met with Rolf few minutes after their call, and he'd brought her to the right place in the woods . As soon as she saw the giant white wolf, her heart started to beat in her chest. Carefully, she walked towards it, bowed and stared up into it's face. Although scared of what the outcome of her risk taking might be, Gemma couldn't stop admiring the wolf. It's fur shone under the moon, giving it the royal look it deserved.

Gemma looked from Don and then back to me, “I have a way in which we can clear this up; I will give you something that will get you to trust me.” I scoffed, “What exactly would you have that you think I could possibly want?” “Lily.” Gemma replied. The one name that would possibly make me lose all logic. I took a step towards her. “How will you possibly find her? I have been trying to find her for weeks.” She smirked. “I knew she wasn’t the real one before you even knew, and I was able to find Lola quite easily.” She seemed confident about it: “I am offended that you forgot just how good I am at finding people.”

Gemma’s POV “Congratulations! The tests show that you’re pregnant!” I straightened in my chair when the words reached me, and my fingers dug into the armrests as my heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach. “That—That can’t be right,” I said, and the doctor’s smile widened as she shook her head. I noticed that her teeth were as white as her lab coat. “Yes, it is, Gemma,” she answered, holding up a piece of paper and pointing at something. “Your bloodwork came in this morning and it’s all there. You’re four months pregnant, in fact.”

A nasty trick. I felt Alex's gaze, but I didn't turn around. Straightening her shoulders, stomping loudly on the steps, she descended from the porch and headed towards the vegetable gardens. Martha was now working in the greenhouses. Not the best option: he will also chat incessantly about the mating season. In general, and about others, silent about their hopes. But it's no secret to me what she's waiting for. That Simon's wolf will make a choice and it will be her she-wolf.

I need to get there before it gets dark. I don’t even want to talk about how dangerous this place gets after nightfall. There have been wild wolves and all. I don’t trust the rumors, but some people even claim to have seen wolves turning into humans. I don’t even know who the idiot is that is spreading rumors like this. Maybe I am an idiot for bringing my girlfriend to a dangerous place on our first date. I don’t know. I shook, trying to remove all the negative thoughts from my mind. All I remember now is how this place has so many precious memories of mine, this place where dad proposed to mom for the first time and they even got married here.