Emily Belle Freeman Age Novels & Stories

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."

It’s not that he doesn’t love children, it's just he didn’t want to hurt Anna, she is more important to him. “Emily Jones, she's one year and two months old.” The young lady said she was looking at Emily with a smile on her face. “She might not be as active as other kids, but she is calmer and more mature compared to other kids of her age.” She added again.

“You’re early.” “Hmm, I can’t help but be early especially that I miss you.” I pouted and look at the girl. “You made a friend already.” I pointed out. “Ah, this is Engineer Bela, she’s be my assistant engineer in my projects.” “Hi.” Bella said. “Please to meet you. I’m Emily, Arthur’s girlfriend.” I said and she awkwardly nodded. I was a little satisfied to what I pulled off earlier but I can’t help but still be nervous especially that I sense something with that girl. I know a hoe when I see one, I’ve been there and done that.

"Yes, that’s true. She got her mother’s beauty, who also looked younger than her age. If she never shared details about her kids, people even thought she was almost single." ​ "That shows she takes care of herself brilliantly." Abigail’s lips lifted in admiration as she looked at Sara with warm eyes. ​ “Yes, she was a cook and always loved to make healthy things for herself and her family,” Emily explained. ​ Abigail noticed her sad smile and interrogated, “Ms Emily, how long have you worked for them?” ​ Emily's lips spread out as she answered, “More than 20 years.” ​ “20 years?” ​ “I thought you were young,” Abigail admitted, then paused in embarrassment.

Bethany thought silently. "Yeah, that's just my opinion. I think adult life is pretty cruel." Emily was so relaxed as if she was just a child babbling. Bethany smiled and nodded in agreement. But he also couldn't conclude that it was someone's doing. She and her team will investigate this incident even though there is provisional evidence. Hearing that, Emily was quite satisfied. For a child of Emily's age, she was quite smart. She could already manipulate a person's mind with just behavior and words.

She always knows. I set the phone face-down, so I don't have to see it light up again. Then I open the folder. The first thing I see is Emily Richardson's face. The photo is from a driver's license. She's smiling. She has dark hair, green eyes. She looks almost like me, she could be my sister. Underneath the photo is a death certificate. Emily Marie Richardson Date of Death: March 15, 2022 Cause: Suicide by jumping Age: 24

(Freya's POV) Emily’s face lit up as she twirled her spoon in her coffee, her excitement nearly spilling over onto the table. She leaned forward, her elbow dangerously close to my nearly empty teacup. “Just think about it, Freya! If it’s a little boy, he could grow up to be the strongest warrior in the pack!” Her voice was bubbling with enthusiasm, and she practically bounced in her seat. “Or—oh, oh! What if it’s a girl? She could be a diplomat like you, but even better! A smart and stunning little she-wolf!”

He pointed to a white horse rolling behind the fence, busy scrambling in the snow. However, the little girl didn't pay attention. There was a thing more interesting to her than the most beautiful horse on the farm. “You like my cheeks?” she asked with wide eyes in disbelief. “Yeah, it makes you look really cute. By the way, how old are you?” Emily straightened her hand and folded her thumb. "Four." “I'm five. We're still too young to be dating. When we're older, how about we meet again? In twenty years, maybe?"