Emily Belle Freeman Age Novels & Stories

I had been staying in this house for a few days without knowing the names of these three maids. In the past, I had never asked them to do things for me. However, I probably couldn't do so in the future. Hearing my question, the maid seemed to be flattered and said with a smile, "Madam, my name is Emily Welch." "Oh, then I'll call you Emily in the future." I sized her up and down and asked, "How old are you?" She looked young. Emily immediately replied, "I'm 20 years old sharp this year."

she said in awe of Viktor Marshall. "Emily.. you're so young and he's way too old for you," I said stating the facts. Though he is good looking and handsome and we'll built but Emily's too young. She's in her mid twenties, a few years younger to me and like a sister to me. She's a brunette, with dark blue eyes and a cute note complementing the fuller lips. She's beautiful and a warm welcoming person, good in her work and pure at heart. She talks a lot and will get you late by telling one of the stories with her boyfriend.

Meggie wrapped Emily's hand in her own, feeling a bit distressed, "You are a child blessed by God. You will have a happy life." Emily smiled, feeling Meggie's kindness, "Thank God. God will bless you too." "Thank you. I really like you. You are much better than that fool." Bella was also very happy, "It seems you are very fated." Meggie was increasingly satisfied with Emily. She was no longer stern and cold, becoming a kind elder chatting with Emily. "How old are you?" "I'm 26, almost 27," Emily said. Meggie said, "You don't look like a 27-year-old. You look like you just graduated high school."

She could hear the whispers that escaped from their lips, not every one was going to accept her, that she knew of, but that did not bother her at all. "Madame Emily, I perceive something good, what are you preparing." Bella said, smiling lightly at the head cook, she was an average short woman, quite chubby and she was a very cheerful person. "Ooh, Bella I never saw you arrive, and how many times will I inform you not to call me madame Emily huh, it makes me feel old huh." Emily said, smiling tenderly at the girl. "Ok, hmmmm, these smells delicious, what is these please?"

"Hey Gran! What are you doing there? You will get tired standing by the window like this." Emily asked as she came home, and her grandmother was standing by the window. She put her arms around her grandmother's neck and kissed her forehead. Anastasia Jackson was Emily Jackson's grandmother and her only blood relation in this world. She was 70 years old but she looked 30 years old, very young and beautiful just like Emily. She took a look at her tired face and slapped her lovingly.

“I remember she put an excuse of having to leave to take care of her ill mother. I have send her with some more money after all her mother did worked for us before. How long had Emilia worked for us again?” Belle let the conversation to be veered, answering, “I don’t remember but it must be two years after Albert first work here. After she had turned sixteen.” “That is quite a long time. I remember that she was with you since you were children,” Damian spoke to himself. Looking blank and Belle shivered at her brother’s bleak gaze. “I didn’t expect her to continue her mother’s legacy and work for us.” “She was with me since we were children?” Belle didn’t remember it much. She thought her and

As I read the what was written under it. Emily Hart. 28 years old. CEO and Owner of DEE Luxury Diamonds. Her smile. Those eyes. That face I'd been searching for. The face that haunted my dreams. Tears dropped onto the photo. I was sobbing now. I couldn't stop. "My Emily. I finally found you baby."

I'm Bella, your Bella. I froze at her statement. "STOP. Don't talk nonsense, I'm not liking this joke. Don't joke about Bella like that." I said. "No, I'm not joking. I'm telling the truth. I'm your Bella. Emily tried to kill me 4 years ago." She said. "Just shut up, Evelyn. I know you don't like Emily because she was my fiance before, but stop with your nonsense now." I shouted. " Why don't you believe me?" She said.

“Why won't I come back, old man? This is...... ” “You don't need to introduce her to us. We know, Parker Alexa, the person who tamed my son's heart ” Emily yelled from the stairs while she came down from the last stairs and went to the living room. She was wearing a plane shorts accompanied with little shirt. Though she was in her forties, her body was sharp and agile with beauty like she was in her twenties.

She grinned, "Wait, she's the 18 years old bubbly girl with bubble gum hair; Shay's daughter, right?" "Yes," I nodded, "But she's actually 27." Her eyes widened, "She's 27?!" "Yup." I nodded. See? Even mom thought she's young! "So you, Fey and your secretary's the one planning the wedding? That's cool." Adam nodded. "Ooh, add Andy!" Mom cheered. "No." He frowned, "What makes him special?" Dad raised an eyebrow, "He's Emily's best friend, since they were toddler, heck, since birth."