Book About Esther Novels & Stories

“I think she’s dead.” In an instant, Darius mounted his horse, followed by Anna on hers. They rode a few miles before stopping at an overturned carriage. Esther’s bloody body lay on the side of the road, Vashti’s book still clenched in her hand. With the last bit of life left in her body, Esther held the book, called to Adara, who came running to her side. “Adara, you must take this book to Shushan and make sure everyone knows the truth about you and your mother. Swear on your immortal soul. This is my dying wish. Let nothing or no one stop you.”

I gripped the letter so tightly that my knuckles turned white. No. It couldn’t be. A strangled sound escaped my throat as I reread the words, my heart pounding. How could this be true? Esther—the woman Farkas worshipped—had something to do with the deaths of my family? The very people I had loved most in this world? Pain, raw and searing, crashed over me. My chest felt tight, my lungs struggled to draw air. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but there was no one here to give them to me.

“Esther wasn't interested in love. She was more devoted to the pack and helped my father win against many enemies.” “Where is she now?” Curiosity covers her eyes. “One day, she just disappeared without a word. No one knows what happened to her. My father searched for her everywhere but she was gone as if she never existed.” “That's strange.” I glance at her and stop the car. “What?” “We have reached.” She turns her head to Lozark's private mansion and takes in the details. Private mansion? It's more like two castles joined into one. . . . ARIA

Not only for herself and her baby, but for everyone she loved. Esther taking her on a journey through Clarissa’s life and awakening the truth within her, was a moment she would carry with her till her dying breath. Remembering finally gave her a purpose and made her stronger in a way she never thought possible. The horror of watching Nolan and Anna die and seeing Magnus and Mary possess their dead bodies… The fuel of her nightmares… And sweet, kind Mathilda, guiding her every step of the way, although she had yet to tell her how to protect her daughter. When all this was done, she hoped Mathilda could finally find the peace she deserved.

My breath caught in my throat. “Esther made a sacrifice back then. She saved Thea, even knowing that it would cost her the favoritism of her parents. But, if she hadn’t been that kind, that selfless, then only God knows what would have happened to me. She saved me, and now…” He looks at me again, with the full intensity of his gaze. The rest of the room seems to vanish. No cameras, no reporters, no one in the entire world but him and me and this thing between us.

Esther stood in the doorway. Her hair was curled into large waves that cascaded over her shoulders, making her face look even paler and smaller. When she looked at me, her eyes were filled with provocation and smug satisfaction. "Naomi, it's been a long time." I ignored her and continued organizing the books on the counter. She wasn't bothered. Instead, she wandered around the store. "Naomi, have you really fallen this far? Running a little bookstore like this? How much can you possibly make in a month?"

Esthers POV; I am busy making a diary entry when I hear a knock on my rooms door. "Yes? "I call. "May I come in?" My brothers voice replies and I look down at the book before me. I'm toast if he should read even a single page of this book. "Hold on a minute. "I call before stuffing the sparkling, hard cover, pink book in the secret compartment of my drawer I made for it. "Come in. "I call once I'm done and Derrick pops his head in.

“We name our children different here, sweetie. Though it’s true Esther does mean star, and a star is a thing, I’m named for a person. Esther was a queen in the Bible. You must know what the Bible is ‘cause Adam told us he chose his name after the first man.” Rain remembered the conversation she’d had with Adam when he’d chosen his name. The book he was talking about--that was this Bible Esther was speaking of? “I didn’t realize it was a famous book.” “Probably the most famous book ever written,” Esther replied. “Maybe someday, when you get to the Nation of Quebec, you’ll have a chance to read it.”

She is now 17years, a precious rare marble, and anonymity to those who don't value the quality of virtuousness; a symbol of beauty twined with good character; a diamond, which for a long time had been covered by dust, but now whose unique sparkle can tempt the oak heart of any radical king: her gracefulness, the pretty baby- face with a pointed nose, the luminous eyes that twinkle like a Sirius, the sharp sizeable curves and her beautiful well-built legs that look like a banana stem, and her long hair are what forms Esther's essence. As she walked down the road heading to the grocery shop situated at the far end of a small trading centre away from the street, her mind swam in the memories of