Gigi Empress Age Novels & Stories

I ask. “Va tutto bene,” she says with a smile, increasing the wrinkles around her eyes. Giuseppina is a lovely woman. 5’2” with short light blonde hair that masks the grey, a warm smile, olive skin showing the wrinkles of her human age and blood-red eyes that reveal what she truly is. Giuseppina was turned when she was sixty-eight, but that was well over two hundred years ago now. “I’m pleased to hear that my dear,” I smile, giving her hands a light squeeze.

She closed her eye wanting to see his handsome face one last time "Jeon Jungkook I love you!" she confessed wanting it to stay just in her mind but it ended up coming out like a confession. Every person Gigi, Zayn and even V were shocked at what their ears witnessed. "Jelena Stop!" Gigi turned on her heals as someone called her only to find a lady in her late 40's standing wearing a beautiful embroidered dress. Though she was a tini tiny over weight and had wrinkles on her face no one could deny that was a walking piece of art.

As time went by, I couldn't be bothered to keep asking. "Could I ask how old you are, ma'am?" Giselle asked. "I'm 46 years old this year. Both my son and daughter are working." The comments were on fire. "That's terrible. You wasted half of your life on a scumbag. No, you can't even call him a scumbag. He's practically a devil!" "46 years old… Did you only find out today that he has a marriage certificate with another woman?" "Are there any lawyers who can tell us whether this counts as bigamy?"

I can’t afford to lose my appetite. “You’re lying,” Prince Dante said simply. “The least you can do is tell the truth.” Emily’s eyes held anger but she was trying to keep her cool. “Are you keeping tabs on my movement now? I’m one hundred and nine years old for crying out loud! I can do what I want.” My jaw almost slacked to the ground. One hundred and what? That’s older than my grandma. She died at age seventy. “In my eyes you are nineteen and I am still responsible for you. Curtsey demands that you at least update me about where you are so I won’t be worried sick.”

She leaned closer to Denovon and whispered, “She is so young.” Denovon gave a short shrug. “Young? She isn’t that young. She’s two years older than you.” His tone was casual, as if the matter didn’t concern him. Emily’s eyes widened in shock. “Two years older than me? How is that possible?” Her gaze shifted back to Vivienne, who was standing not too far away. Emily herself was twenty-seven this year. If Vivienne was twenty-nine, then why did she look younger? Her skin, her posture, even her smile...Vivienne looked like she was in her early twenties. Emily suddenly felt a pang in her chest.

It Has Begun “I’m the real Astrid and I’m over a thousand years old” Gemma whispered as she looked at Lily, her mother who was standing in front of her with tears in her lavender eyes “Yes my love. But to me, you are still a teenager, my young daughter” Lily said as she walked slowly towards Gemma “I...I” Gemma stopped and blew a puff of air out of her mouth, her eyes filled with shock “I don’t….there’s so much-”

When she heard what she was hoping to hear, she smirked in Xandar’s way and declared in dissatisfaction, “You still owe me that doll, Uncle Reagan.” The vampires were throwing each other looks like they were saying ‘What did Her Imperial Majesty just say?’ Some of the more conventional ones were even pressing their fingers on their foreheads as they shielded their faces in embarrassment. The empress was asking for a doll? She wasn’t five! She was 1,578 years old! Less than 500 years to go and she’d be dead since the oldest-living vampire only made it to 2000 years of age. Unlike Lucianne, Xandar only felt a slight pull toward the empress when she stood right in front of him. It was the same

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”

She blinked her eyes while still trying to take in the words. “Yes,” Gregor said with a nod, then placed the shiny folder on the table between them. “Our upcoming special edition, The Modern Empress, will be our most significant issue of the year. “We’ve done extensive research on potential candidates for this edition, and your elegance, style, your presence in the social world, and the influence you’ve cultivated since your marriage have made you our ideal candidate. We’d love for you to be the face of this edition.”

"Emily, your genetic markers are even more remarkable than Catherine's documentation suggested. I'm seeing enhancements I didn't know were possible. This will revolutionize everything." "Glad I could help," I said flatly. "You will help. For years and possibly decades. Emily, I'm only sixty-eight. With proper treatment, I have another twenty years minimum. That's twenty years of Genesis research using your genetics. Imagine what we'll accomplish together." "I'm imagining you in prison." "Fantasy but harmless. Guards, return her to her quarters. Tomorrow we begin