Esme Characters Novels & Stories

The cashier asked out of confusion, she was darting back at Renesmee, trying to recall some memories. "You're very forgetful, it's me, Esme. We met here before, you were the new crew back then and we talked about how cruel life is." And she chuckled, Renesmee often perceived that Isle is quite forgetful. She deeply understands her. "I'm sorry… but I think you've mistaken my name, it's not Isle. My name is Astrid." Both of them were relatively confused, Renesmee recognized her as Isle, and not Astrid. On the other hand, Astrid couldn't recall having Esme as a friend.

Esme smiles softly, “I’m always here to serve you at any time Mr Moretti. What can I do for you?” I return her smile, nodding at her words, Esme has been one of my loyal staff and she's been working under my family since I was a teenager. She tries her best to provide her good services to my family even with knowledge of how dangerous we are, she's done so much for us. She's a strong woman and I admire her for it. I should consider giving her another raise. “Have something quick and rejuvenating made for Eliana.” She nods, “Anything specific, sir?”

Cora said, her arms folded across her chest. Both she and Esme stood side-by-side. They were both wearing deep purple and had their hair pulled out of their faces. Esme with her long silver hair and Cora with her tightly curly auburn hair. Their eyes were almost an identical shade of green, and their faces were practically flawless and gorgeous. Esme didn’t look as if she spent most of her days in a wheelchair and was mute. She looked strong and capable, like she had been walking around and talking her entire life. When her eyes met mine, a small smile tipped the corner of her lips, and I knew at that moment that everything was going to be okay. I let out a breath, not knowing I had been hol

Silas asked in annoyance. “We’re leaving.” Hank forced a smile and simply glanced at Esme before heading out quickly. Beth couldn’t hide her thoughts. She simply stared at Esme and asked, “What’s your name?” Esme looked at Beth. They were both just as powerless in the greater scheme of things. “My name’s Britney Thomas. I’m Esme’s friend from overseas.” “Ah… I see, you’re Esme’s friend.” There was disappointment in Beth’s eyes. “No wonder you looked like Esme from the back. You’re Esme’s friend.”

They may have different personalities, but they always have each other’s back. “Give her some time, son. A woman needs to look good on occasions like this. This may be a simple dinner, but as the new family member, she must be very pressured right now. Maybe I should go up to her room and help her? What do you think, Chris?” Esme looked at her husband to ask his opinion. The former Luna likes Ember so much. She saw how capable is she in her job. Esme may not say this, but she can clearly see how different Ember is from Natasha whom she finds weak and have no capacity to be a good Luna to the pack.

I approached her and crouched down. “Esme, are you okay?” I asked, and she nodded, standing and nervously wiping her tears away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was someone here,” she said. “No, it’s okay. Are you alright?” I pressed. She hesitated but eventually opened up to me. “I just spoke to my sister, Emma, on the phone, and it made me emotional,” she explained. I didn’t know much about Esme, but I was aware that her father was a troubled Alpha who had never treated her kindly. He often pawned her off on men for business.

She continued claiming our mate, which I know is false. “Oh. My. GODDESS!” I break from Bree long enough to look at Esme. She has stars in her eyes. “It’s one of the Brown triplets! He’s so fucking fine!” The music is playing, and women are screaming around me. I can’t turn and look because I’m still confused about this scent and Bree.

“Cassie.” “Esme. You’ve got me here, so what do you want?” She seemed eager to dive straight into the heart of the matter. It was difficult to meet her gaze; her face was familiar—one I had shared countless moments with—but now it bore the unsettling essence of an enemy’s soul. A twisted fusion of camaraderie and betrayal danced in her eyes.