Jemma Simmons Shield 소설 & 이야기

"Laine, I never wanted to hurt ---" "Well, well... what a scene there, babe," a sudden feminine voice interrupted Simoen. Jewel's eyes widened as she turned around to face Sheena. She's been trying her best to avoid Sheena in the campus ground but it was out of her expectation to meet her when she's confronting Simoen. Of all the time she was striding in the campus ground, why now? It was an awkward silence. Jewel immediately walked out of Simoen's arms and stood few meters away from him. She cleared her throat and said, "I'll leave ---"

He's not making any headway. "Hey, who's over there?" Simmons pointed in a direction, his expression puzzled. Jephson instinctively turned his head. In that split second, Simmons leaned in, aiming to make a move on her. Ben exploded. "What the hell—" Before he could finish his sentence, Jephson swiftly turned, pressing a hand firmly against Simmons' face, forcefully pushing him away. She squinted. "What are you trying to do?" Simmons shrugged off her reaction. "Tsk, quick reflexes, shame it didn't work..."

“Get the hell out of here. Waylon Realty doesn’t welcome you.” Emma immediately hinted at Shermaine with her eyes. Shermaine got the message. Hence, after pulling down her collar a little and exposing her fair skins, she took a step forward and said, “Hey, sweetheart. I think there must be some misunderstanding. We are from Assex Constructions, and have a close working relationship with Waylon Realty.” As she spoke, she drew closer and rubbed the guard’s chest with her hand! Smack! Feeling shocked by her action, the guard then slapped Shermaine across her face without hesitation.

"As the guard rushed in, his face set in a firm expression, I followed my instructions to him. I yelled at the top of my lungs, my voice reverberating off the blank walls, 'Take her from here!' No, I don’t want to see her around this company. I told him while my eyes burned with intensity.” The security guard nodded and held Jemima, dragging her out of the room. Jemima struggled with the much bigger man glaring into his face with every ounce of anger her petite half-Indian eyes could muster, but the guard endured. The moment they reached the door, Jemima turned to me, her voice plaintive. "Please take it easy on me, my baby really doesn't like stress," she whined further, making it out of wo

she said happily, then looked annoyed "what are you doing up? and wait, did you remove the syringe?" Jemi raised a brow, "was that question directed to me or somebody else?" she looked down seeing she was covered by only her white singlet and brown shorts, the scars visible, "what did you do to me?" "what did I do to you?" Emma asked in disbelief, she came close and thumped Jemi hard on her good arm. "ouch" Jemi yelped "what for?" "that is for ruining my favourite casual top" she hit her again. this time harder

Sam touched Amber’s back, felt the tension Amber’s body was as tight as a bow. “Of course, you are, you remember that I’m still sworn to protect you!” “Sim, I want to fight.” Emily tried again. Sam heard the same desperate note in Emily’s voice she knew was in her own. “No,” Simile swore. “Backup is on the way.”

Kiera was preparing herself to go out. Simone believed that she was ready to get it all started, and after a few days of reinforced training, they decided to start. Kiera wore protective pads on the delicate area of her body because she didn’t want to get unnecessarily injured. Although she had agreed to go with Simone, she was still terrified. But if she believed in her, that was all that she had to hold onto.

They did that every hour. "How is he?" It was Nate's voice. Emma glanced over her shoulder. Nate stood in the doorway, looking tired. Brynes was with him, the bodyguard who hadn't left her side all night. "The same," Emma said. "No change since this morning." Nate nodded, stepped into the room. "Brynes, you can head home. You're off duty." Emma blinked, looked between them. "What?" "They got Simons," Nate said. "About an hour ago. Police tracked him to a motel outside the city. He's in custody now. No more threats."

She offers me a soft, profoundly protective smile,an expression that strikes a deep chord within me, mirroring the exact way my own sister used to look at me whenever I was broken. For the very first time since I was dragged back into this luxurious prison, I feel the icy armor around my heart begin to soften. I feel myself slowly, tentatively letting go of my defenses. The paranoia and deep-seated doubt are still very much alive inside me, but a fragile, microscopic spark of trust for the woman standing before me is finally beginning to break through the surface. "I am right here by your side. Think of me as your Ate Yolly from now on. I am going to help you, Miss Raegan."