Esha Mae Novels & Stories

Peace said. "What's she talking about?" Elsa asked. "Elsa Gomez." Peace said with eyes opened. "She talks like someone who just transformed for the first time." Aiden said. "But she don't look like one." Elsa whispered. "Who are you?" Sharon asked. "Am peace, wife of one of the prominent scientists in this city." She said. "No we mean what are you?" Maggie said moving toward her. "No Maggie wait." Sharon said but Maggie already pierced her claw a little into the neck of peace.

She asked, her frown deepening. “Keris Wheeler,” she said, holding out her hand to shake. Irene just stared at it blankly. “I’m from the Yellowstone pack. I just started this job a few weeks ago. I’m Sasha Eevermore’s new assistant.” As if on cue, a tall woman with a slender waist and black hair walked into the area. She was gorgeous and clearly a huge deal in the fashion world, as evidenced by her impeccable attire and the meticulous styling of her hair and makeup. She looked at Irene with such affection that I immediately liked her.

“Leave her. Maybe she’s with my sister.” Bilhana lightly arched her head and excused herself afterward. However, everyone was astounded when a sophisticated lady came into view. She wore a black crop top paired with a long skirt of the same color. She had a piercing on her navel and was proud to flaunt the diamond accessories in it. “There you are,” the lady smiled. She stared at Devance before turning her head to check on his companions. “Hello, everyone. I’m Eshvi,” she introduced herself.

Amora paused, then smiled with a plan, “I’m no longer on your side. I will return you to where you came from.” The smile widened—cold and resolute. The game had only just begun, and Amora would not stop until Vicktor was destroyed. . That morning, Shane Group was bustling with activity. Employees hurried across the lobby, carrying files, laptops, and cups of coffee in their hands. Amidst the crowd, a woman walked with graceful poise in a simple cream-colored dress. Her black hair cascaded freely, her face subtly concealed behind a touch of makeup. She was Amora Cassidy Shane, now cloaked in her new identity—Elisha Guendwarda.

No one in the group said anything anymore. She could just imagine the shocked look on Christine’s face. Victoria asked, “Who’s this person with a parrot for a profile picture? She picked a good one because she’s just like it, all squawk and no action.” “She’s Shane’s daughter.” “Shane? The CEO of The Egoist?” Victoria was caught up now. “Do you mean Christine?” Maia nodded. “Mm-hmm.” “Huh? What did I say? All squawk, no action! She has patronized my boutique several times now, and her voice penetrates walls. I could hear her voice as if she was standing next to me, and you know that my studio was soundproof.

I looked to the Princess. "I am Cáel Ishara, Head of House Ishara and Chief Diplomat for the Host," I identified myself. "You know me because I witnessed your passage from the Land of the Endless Black Sands to the Sunlit Realm. It was part of a vision an augur shared with me," I explained. She and her buddies were far less welcoming of the news. I was speaking English on purpose. "Ladies, this is Kwenhamai, better known as Molpadia, daughter of Penthesilea," I gulped.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.