Gigi Empress Age Novels & Stories

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."

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.

She refused to let her grandson do any adjustment to her room but she allow him to do the whole house since her son and daughter in-law live with them, Mika'il's grandparents. "No, I won't let that happen under my watch. You didn't go to your own honeymoon when you got married so you can use this opportunity and go together with them. I don't want to argue with this again, Amna. Just go and pack your bag, your ticket is already with him. I don't get why he didn't tell you at first but now I know. You are so stubborn." Gigi, Safiya is an eighty three year old woman who is as strong as any fifty year old out there.

“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.

An elderly woman was serving food, and her eyes widened in excitement when she saw Isla. "Yes, Mamaw Gigi, it’s me, Isla," Isla said with a wide smile. "Oh, my baby!" Gigi walked toward her and pulled her into a warm embrace. "It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, and you’ve changed so much. I heard you got married and you’ve been living a good life." Isla only smiled at her words. "I also heard Margaret passed away… I know you loved that woman so much. I’m really sorry for your loss, my dear," Gigi said softly.