Belinda Peregrin Age Novels & Stories

“Drey!” Belinda called with a gentle tone. Though she had taken good care of herself, her age was showing. At seventy years old, no matter how well one had upkeep themselves, they could not escape the signs of aging. She had a pained expression on her face as she spoke, “Drey, do you still believe those rumors? Do you think I’m responsible for your parents’ death?

She wasn’t about to blow that now. Mary gripped the girl with both arms. “Are you telling me the truth?” Her face had a serious expression. She was okay to play with any topic except that of her grandchild. Belinda nodded, her expression falling further like a little child who has been wrong. “I was surprised too. We only did it once. I didn’t expect to…to…” Lisa glared at her. It was obvious Belinda was hinting at how fertile she was compared to Lisa. Ouch! That hurt.

If I missed today, the next opening was a month away, and I couldn't wait that long. I rang the bell, and a melodic young voice answered. "The door's unlocked. Come in." I stepped inside, and my eyes locked onto a pair of curious violet ones. Belinda sat on a sofa facing me, dressed in black, a pointed hat on her head, and a black cat curled in her lap. She looked like a witch out of a fairy tale — almost too on the nose. And she had the face and figure of a teenager; fifteen, at most.

She just disappeared without a trace. Ivana was two years old, when Orlando met Belinda. He was twenty-five and already a widower with a daughter. Belinda was single and twenty-five years old, too. At that time, the age twenty-five was spinsterish. Belinda had a well-off family. She was inside the car when his truck smashed it. He fell asleep while driving! Orlando rushed her to the hospital. He did not leave Belinda's bedside until she was conscious. "You don't have relatives?"

Belinda shrugged, “Jane’s sister got herself into a little bit of problem, she made a bet with a very powerful witch. Stupid if you ask me, but then again, I wasn’t exactly a ball of knowledge back then.” “Where exactly is this going and what does it have to do with us?” Adolphus, always the impatient one, raised a valid question. But he would rather just snap Belinda’s neck to get her to shut up, but he couldn’t. “I am getting there!” Belinda retorted, “she came to me for help when she got her soul and youthfulness sucked out of her.” When she mentioned that it was as though everyone finally understood where she was going. “So that night my sister was asking you to take my soul and youthful

There’s nothing that a nice, long, warm bubble bath with a glass of red wine can’t fix. My phone rings, and Belinda's name shows on the screen. Belinda is a nice coworker I met in the coffee house; she was like a mother figure to me; she's a vampire; her age is like 1000 years but she never ages; she looks like a twenty-year-old; her mate is a werewolf but died in a car accident; she remained single and refused to elope with another man. However, we kept in touch all these years, even though we drifted apart. "Gina, baby, I missed you." "How are you and the kids?"

He turned around and saw that the woman standing behind them was actually his classmate named Belinda Kelley. Belinda was five years older than her classmates. She was already 25 years old, but she was only a sophomore in college. Initially, her classmates thought that she might have repeated her courses for several years, but it seemed not to be the case. However, nobody knew what exactly her situation was.