Book About Esther Novels & Stories

Esther sits on the doorstep of the apartment building with her bag, waiting for Jenna to return. Eventually, Jenna returns with her son and daughter. Esther was sitting on the stairs and saw them coming from a distance. She couldn't believe it. How could she have a child when she had lived alone all this time? She was only 22 years old when she gave birth, right? Esther slowly stood up, accidentally dropping the bag she was holding onto the floor with a thud. Jenna heard the noise, lifted her head, paused for a moment and looked at Esther, who was dressed much more maturely and felt like she wasn't the Esther she used to know.

Clem commented, looking at Esther. "You should go and check it out. You might have an idea on how to open it. After all, you are a witch too." He said to her. Esther nodded, then walked towards the library section, that was just filled with books. She was confused. There was not even a space or a lock or something. Nothing. Just books. She wringled her hands on each other. She was nervous. They were expecting her to do something as a witch, and she was useless. She felt useless.

Unknowingly, Jacob fell asleep, and the book in his hands fell to the floor. A photo slipped out from inside the book as Esther bent down to pick it up. She was shocked to the core when she saw the person in it!

I just stood there for a second, stunned, my brain catching up slowly, because I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Esther grew up with four older brothers, all of them bikers, all of them rough in their own ways, and instead of being the pampered youngest child everyone would expect, she turned out exactly like them, fearless, wild, and completely unapologetic about it. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along before anything else could happen, weaving through the crowd until we found a quieter corner where no one seemed interested in bothering us, and once we settled in, I finally let out a breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding.

“I only ever did what was best for you. If I hadn’t sent you abroad to study back then, how would you have become the educated, talented woman you are now? How could you possibly be good enough for someone like Mr. Westvale?” “Oh, so that’s what it was—Mom sent me abroad to study?” Esther’s eyes turned red in an instant. She pulled a plane ticket, several contracts, and stacks of bank transfer records out of her purse. Then, right in front of one of the cameras, she spread out the documents—especially the introduction letter and transfer slips—while choking back sobs.

"Yes it is." She said it a little too quickly for me to believe it, and her cheeks colored further as she bowed her head. "It's my middle name." "And?" "And what?" "Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to sneak into your wallet and look at your license while you sleep?" Taylor sat back in her chair, looking mightily embarrassed. "Well, Esther is one of two books in the Bible named after a woman. The other is Ruth." "Ruth? Really?"

This land was one where flowers bloomed all year round, birds chirped, and insects buzzed, with humans and nature living in harmony. Some of the people here were quite wealthy, while others were the opposite, but everyone could manage to survive as long as they did not encounter a natural disaster. Esther’s father passed away two years ago from illness, leaving only her mother, sister, and herself. From Esther’s words, Matthew learned that her mother was a kind-hearted woman who always helped others in times of need. The villagers held her in great respect. Matthew deeply felt this to be true, as it was the old woman who had taken him in that day.

While many gave up on it, a few didn't and this led to more unspoken secrets between the Khoyata tree so the legend mostly ended with The story of Alexander Firadus and how he’d beaten the odds despite being a slave. Esther walked through the packed crowd, a cloak above her head in Night bliss town. She'd told Alpha Killian a false message because she foresaw that he was going to betray her and out of all things, betrayal didn't sit well with her, so she plotted against him— It didn't take a lot of effort actually.

It would keep her mind moving forward instead of backward. Esther hesitated. No one had ever asked her that question with genuine interest before. “Well…” she began awkwardly. “My name is Esther Jonas. The first daughter of Cyril and Priscilla Jonas.” She rubbed her hands together slightly. “I’m twenty-three years old and…” Her voice trailed off. A small, embarrassed smile appeared. “I’ve never had a boyfriend.” Julian’s eyebrow lifted slightly, but he didn’t comment. “What else?” he asked gently. Esther shrugged. “I only finished secondary school. There wasn’t money for further education, so we all worked on my father’s farm.”

Somehow, it was all too vast to be captured by words alone. The simple truth was this. She really, truly liked Gaara. Esther smiled softly as she pulled the blanket up to cover herself, then let out a small giggle while rolling across the bed. It felt as if she had become the main character in her favorite romance novel. Flustered, smiling to herself, overwhelmed by a feeling too big for her chest. The lights were already off, all that was left was to close her eyes. Yet Esther was unwilling to sleep tonight. That was why, almost without thinking, she reached for her phone resting beside the nightstand.