Esme Characters Novels & Stories

Esme laughed. Maya turned to Esme as her voice laced with suspicion. "How do you know? Didn’t you say you are not in contact with Zachary or Arielle’s friends? What else are you hiding?" "Maya, I’m not in contact with them," Esme said, her voice quiet and defensive. "But I have ears. I hear when people talk. It is just… I never say anything. You know that."

I will just have to make sure I don’t speak near them , or if I do, make sure I am on my bestest behaviour. Esme walked down the stairs, dressed in a fitted black short sleeved, low-cut dress, which finished mid-calf. She had big chunky black platform shoes on. So she was a good few inches taller than normal. She looked gorgeous. The dress accentuated her curves, and her dark curls were loose, and now hung just past her shoulders. Her eye-make up was smoky and dark, making her look mean and moody, but sexy as hell. I was one lucky bastard! I can see why she had been taking so long now, as she had been up there for ages! “Can I take you back upstairs?” I grin, loving to tease her.

Eliza almost spat out the juice in her mouth. She lowered her voice. "Is she Demarion's online friend?" Eliza was already shocked enough to know that Demarion was making friends on the internet. Now, she was dumbfounded to see that the so-called friend was Esme. "Don't make a sound. Let's just watch." Braint lowered his head and sent a message on his phone. Over there, Esme sat down at the reserved table and took out a small mirror. While she was fixing her makeup, she also made phone calls to show off to her best friend.

The urge to steal a glance of her tormented me constantly. Esme was back at my side. I had my one arm wrapped around her waist and had a drink in the other as we conversed with alphas and lunas from other packs. Esme knew how to hold a conversation and keep it flowing. She was narcissistic for sure but was a social butterfly as well. “Ron, Evangelina, come join us,” my back stiffened up a little when I heard Esme calling them. Her scent hot me before she came into my line of sight. Even then, I refused to look at her and kept my eyes on the ugly alpha who was now greeting them with a smile.

She looked like she had swallowed poison. It was one of the allied pack leaders. The one who had been most vocal about his doubts. "That," he said, standing, "is not an unstable omega. That's a warrior." Others joined the applause. Not all of them. But enough. Esme stood in the center of the yard, breathing hard, blood from a split lip running down her chin. She looked half-dead and completely alive at the same time. "Any other questions?" she asked.

"Esme? What exactly is your problem?" Jeremy questioned. Esme was acting in a very peculiar manner. Esme's aura was no longer that of the bubbly and cheerful girl that he and Xiara had always known her to be. Instead, she gave off a different vibe. It was so gloomy that it was almost sinister.

I cried out and she bent down, holding both of my shoulders and helping me up. "Look at me dear, you're strong, much stronger than you know. You're my direct descendant and I've gone out of my way to favour you as much as I can. You have a great destiny Esme, one that's greater than anyone can imagine. You have so much potential to unlock and so many great things ahead of you. I'm only but the moon goddess Esme, my only job is to pair two wolves, make them soulmates for the rest of their lives and watch over them. I'm not the ultimate creator so I'm bound by certain rules I have to follow.

Esme knelt beside a row of herbs, sleeves rolled up, dark hair falling over one shoulder as she trimmed a plant carefully. For a second I just watched. Something in my chest tightened. My demon stirred quietly under my skin. Not restless. Not violent. Just… aware. Strange. I stepped forward. “Hey, Esme.” She jumped. Actually jumped. Her head snapped up and those huge green eyes locked onto me. “Atlas?” I grinned. “Miss me?” She stood slowly, brushing dirt from her hands. “You’re back already?” “Couldn’t stay away.” Not entirely a joke. Her cheeks pinked slightly.

Thankfully, Esme arrived shortly after. "I want to throw a party," Esme declared on the ride home. "Well, that was spontaneous. What's the occasion?" I asked, trying to be as audible as possible. "Oh, I'm just bored. I need some excitement" I saw her brother give her what seemed to be a glare from the mirror. She only laughed. I hadn't spent a lot of time together with them both, but I understood their siblings' dynamic well enough. Esme was chatty, fun, vibrant, and outgoing. She was a go with the flow or own the flow kind of person. But she hardly ever went with the flow. Esme was usually the centre of attention in school. Essentially, she was the flow.

ESME Esme was having the dream again. The one she’d been having ever since she stepped foot into this territory. The endless screaming… The deep, dark void… A voice, shouting, screaming her name… “Esme!” The words jolted her. She tried to reach for it, that anchor, this person… they could save her but there was no one… Then suddenly she felt warmth encircling her. A peace invaded her being that she’d always sought for. Tingling sparks erupting beneath her skin.