Gigi Empress Age Novels & Stories

"Eat the porridge, and it'll make you feel better!" The warm breath blew onto her face, and Emma felt like seeing a ghost. She stared at the peculiar complexion of the woman in front of her. If she remembered correctly, the woman before her was Omega Hana, the eldest daughter-in-law of the rural family she once stayed with twenty-three years ago. But how could this be? She was supposed to be dead, poisoned with wine. In the blink of an eye, why was she meeting someone she knew from twenty-three years ago... At sixteen, she married Alpha Jeffn, and eight years later, she ascended to Empress. She spent twelve years in prison, and she was thirty-six at the time of her death. But Omega Hana stil

"What did I always tell you, Al?" "Grandma?" My eyes darted towards the tall and slender blonde woman sitting with her legs crossed on a chair just across my bed. "You didn't age a bit," I remarked as I took in the sight of her. I know werewolves don't age easily as humans do, but she is a perfect example to the latter. Believe it or not, grandma Imogen is already around her sixties, but we all know she refuses to look her age even if she turns a hundred. Unyielding. That's what she is. Although I feel it strange how she doesn't remind me of my dad, who was her son. She switched her legs gracefully as she gripped onto the arm of the chair. I roll my eyes inwardly.

Emilia exclaimed as she enveloped her grandmother in a crushing hug. She missed her dearly. The last time they saw, Emilia was still in high school. They had only been communicating through phone calls and video calls. Her grandma seemed to have aged a lot since she last saw her. The wrinkles on her face were becoming more noticeable. Apart from that, she looked as beautiful as always, her dark skin glowing and her eyes shining brightly. She reminded her so much of her mother. “ Lia, look at you. You’ve grown so well child. I can’t believe you’re now married. Caitlyn would have been so proud honey.” Her grandma said referring to Emilia’s mother with tears in her eyes.

“Old. Right. What ancient age are you? Thirty-five? Thirty-six?” “Either you are my new best friend for saying that or Colby’s gift for charm is wearing off on you.” Gemma smiled briefly before she fiddled with the pop-top on her beer can. “I’m forty-seven.” Channing whistled. “Wow. You don’t look it.” “I feel it. Lord. I see those young thangs—” she gestured with her can,

Hearing this, the Empress could not help but return his smile. Her two shallow dimples appeared when her slender lips curved, giving her a very charming and sweet appearance. She was the Empress of the country, yet an outsider was telling her to act freely. The Empressed turned to one of her attendants. The attendant immediately walked over, took out a piece of cloth, and set it on the chair for the Empress to sit. James asked, “Your Majesty, which age was the Sir Galileo you mentioned just now from? Is he from the Primordial Age, Ancient Heavenly Court Age, or the Primeval Age?”

“She’s not involved in anything shady. She’s my boss. The CEO. We work together every day.” “Your boss,” Emilia repeated, her lips curving into a smile. “That’s… not what I expected.” “And what did you expect?” I asked, folding my arms. “Someone young and vibrant,” she said, her tone teasing. “Like you.” I didn’t correct her, though I felt a pang of irritation at her assumption. Gianna wasn’t what people expected, but that’s what made her special. Another reason why I didn’t correct her was because she was right too. Gianna wasn’t young and vibrant. She was older than me. Young, yes. But still older than me and that was a deal breaker. Not to mention she could be so closed off at times.

If the suggestion had come from anyone but the chief, she would have laughed, but Cafer was quite serious. "It's actually a simple matter. Your parents were married more than twenty years and although most people know that the Empress has a daughter, no one knows your exact age." It was true. There had been no ceremony when she was born, and the news of her existence had spread only as a rumor. "We will of course change the date of your birth in the Royal records. And we will keep your public appearances to a minimum. Clothing, tall shoes, and make-up will help add to the illusion…That is, if it pleases You Majesty." Cafer bowed from his seat and awaited his sovereign's judgement.

Why does Javier still look at me as though I’m a man? Gigi tugged at the collar of her shirt and took a look inside before she angrily pounded on her steering wheel. “Flat-chest my foot! That’s such a huge accusation! Although I’m just an A-cup, they’re not flat! I’m still young, so they can still grow!” Gigi mumbled for a while longer before she started back up again. Three seconds after she hit the road again, the black GTR appeared once again and carried on tailing her Maserati.

Gia Florence My name is Gia Florence. I'm 23 years old, and I am currently living with my family in a huge mansion in Brooklyn, New York. I work at my dad's company as an accountant. It's been one year since I started working there. My dad is one of the billionaires because he owns a famous hotel, which is crazy, I think. So, As you know, my family is kind of rich, but I don't care about the status. For me, whatever our status is, we're still human beings, just like other people out there.

-"He's not from here. He came to stay here two years ago. Do you know that he managed to become the largest landowner in the area before he turned twenty-five?" -"Twenty five? That's impressive!" -"And how old is he now?" -"He is 32 years old and already a millionaire!" Eugenia said excited. -"Thirty two years old? Isn't he too old for you? You are only 22!" I reasoned. -"So what? My father is 15 years older than my mother and they are doing great!" Eugenia responded incredulously. -"George is only two years older than me and we have an age difference in many matters! I couldn't be with someone who is so much older than me.''