Emily Belle Freeman Age Novels & Stories

Emily who had just arrived waved excitedly at Freya and the latter waved back. Emily sat on Freya's desk, her leg dangling in the air. Emily was Freya's sub-ordinate and both of them were quite close even though Freya was some years older than her. "What?." Freya asked when she noticed Emily's intense gaze on her. Emily smiled mischievously. "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend." Freya:"..?" "Cause I don't. What makes you think I do?." Emily's smile widened. "There's no need to be shy. He's currently waiting for you outside."

Theo's words are gentle but firm and finally, he seems to get through to her. "I've got some good news too." she eagerly nods for me to continue as she starts another muffin. "Emily has agreed to celebrate her birthday tomorrow." this seems to cheer her up even more as she smiles wide and yells out yes. "but she said she doesn't want to do anything massive, she is still nervous about some pack members not liking her after the whole Callum business!"

muttered Emily to herself, but she was very lucky if she met men who were friendly and kind. Emily's life is so funny if you think about it carefully for the umpteenth time. There are many things that she can actually do at any time without having to think about costs or other obstacles. Whether it's playing golf like before when she took her dad with her co-workers, shopping, on vacation, or something else. But, she thinks she would prefer to be a pole dancer so far. The secret work of course made Emily manage to be herself while playing with the tall pole.

Emily replied keeping the remote down and marched towards the kitchen. Jeremy scoffed at her reply, earning himself a cold glare from his elder sister. “I am eighteen years old, Em. I am officially an adult now! Can you please stop acting like I am child now?” Jeremy asked in annoyance while passing his hand from his small chestnut brown hair. “I don’t think so!” came Emily’s teasing voice from the kitchen. She removed the cereals from the drawer and kept on the dining table of their open concept kitchen. “You are being too much these days” Jeremy uttered frustratedly.

Emily curled her hand round the pin, then closed the gap between us, throwing her arms around me. “I wish things didn’t have to be like this,” she murmured into my shoulder. I pulled her back gently and looked her in the eyes. “Things are like this because they are for the best. You and Casper together is the best thing to happen to this pack. Please believe that Emily. And don’t worry about me. Hell, when I turn 23 you’re not going to see me for dust. Parties, travel, sex and booze - I can’t wait!”

“Since you were introduced, Mr. Laurent already received three threats. They were all targeting you. I don’t want you to be alarmed. This isn’t something new we are dealing with.” Is she implying that threats are something normal? Worse, something expected? Belle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The first thing she thought was Liam. She is an adult, she can deal with bad guys. “My son,” she blurted out. “Don’t worry. I know Emily personally. She will be able to handle a group of maybe three skilled men and ten normal men.” “What do you mean? Emily’s her nanny.” “She used to work as a detective. She loves undercover projects. I was one of the candidates for that position, but I think it

she says making Ty chuckle. "Emma, no. Emily is only seventeen. She's turning eighteen this year, but still. Shes way too small for me. Besides, I found the perfect Emily for me, don't you agree?" he asks, making my aunt smile from ear to ear. "Not to be rude or anything. But can we get on with our training?" Hope says, making us turn to her. "Yes, sorry. Of course." my aunt replied, pulling me towards her group and making me sit beside her.

“What the fuck are you are doing, I say as I yank the driver's door open…. Emily’s point of view Let me introduce my supporting character. Emily Dawson, age 27 I see the opportunity, and I know I have to take this. My life and my baby's life depend on this one moment. Rex is blazing drunk. He's roaring at me as he pulls on my hair. I know he won't hurt me as he wants this baby. I also know that when the baby comes, he will kill me and leave my baby to be raised by him and the rest of his monsters.

She looked at the cottage that had been her home for so many years then she thought about the weight of everything she had carried alone. Her eyes returned to Emily, the woman who had risen from nothing to become one of the most powerful people in the city. "Are you serious?" Belinda asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never been more serious about anything." Belinda's tears began to fall. "Then... yes. Yes, I'll come." Emily turned to look at Mama Bertha. The old woman had fallen asleep, her breathing soft and peaceful. The lines on her face had relaxed, and for a moment, she looked almost like the woman Emily remembered.