Esme Cullen Novels & Stories

Damien asked her, jerking her back from her wild thoughts. She ignored his question and simply went back to what she was doing. While Damien still stood there watching her and saying nothing again, Elle then appeared from nowhere coming towards them. Ariel who was back up the ladder was immediately disgusted by the sight of Elle and she began swearing under her breath to kill her if she dared trouble her.

"Not a spell, but related. Let's call it my natural allure, and I'm sure given the time to recover and a little practice, young Eason will be charming whoever happens to be around." My lips twitched at the thought. "I'm not sure he's not already..." She chuckled again and offered her hand. "Esme Brighthollow, head auditor and licensed Inter-Species solicitor, at your service." I shook her hand. "That's great, but... who are you actually, and why are you really here? I feel like I know you from somewhere. Have we met before?" Esme's smile widened, and her eyes brightened. "All in good time, Grace. Right now, my focus is on ensuring you uphold your word to the people. The Senate seat you promi

The raucous laughter and merriness resumes—even if some of the Wolves look at me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. I spot Fiona, the girl I thought was Ethan’s wife, at one of the tables. She’s wearing a dress like mine, made of red tartan, and her brown hair hangs in waves down her shoulders—though there are a couple of strands of hay in it. She grins and turns back to the person next to her. Isla is sitting at the same table, and she scowls when I catch her eye. Beside me, Ethan grabs a plate and starts piling it with food—potatoes, roasted turnips, venison, thick meat gravy, and blackberry sauce. He places it before me, then helps himself to a plate.

”Esme. Devon's brows lifted slightly. “ so you already know… ” Suddenly, everything clicked inside my head. The family my father killed, the girl from that coven, and how everyone wanted her. Elara’s interest in the life of Esme, and her family that couldn’t be explained with just her visions… “ It’s her, Alaric. Lucien told Dad…that Elara is Esme… ” “ How the fuck is that possible? ” I ran a weary hand down my face.

Esme felt a sense of danger from the kind looking and tried to escape only to find out that she couldn't move. "What do you think you are doing leaving so soon?" The heart demon sighed sadly. "Come, come. Let's have a nice and long talk shall we?" —————— When Elsa opened her eyes the first thing she saw was Caspian's cold face. "Are you alright Luna Elsa?" He asked his ice frozen face had a crack of worry. "I am fine." Elsa sat up feeling uncomfortable all over. She shifted her gave and saw Esme lying lifelessly on the ground. Her eyes wide open as if she had received a big shock. "She tried to steal my body—"

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

I took a bite of my food, chewed and swallowed, then nodded with a small smile I could muster, and their smiles grew big. The food was hot and delicious, but unfortunately, I couldn’t finish it. Esme took me to the garden, where Nina and I sat yesterday. I appreciated the air that hit my skin and the sunlight. Esme made a point to distract me by telling me about herself. She was twenty-three years old and was banished from her pack by her Alpha father after her stepbrother tried to rape her, and when she reported it, he turned the story around. I felt so bad for her. She didn’t deserve that. I held her hand tightly, and she smiled, but still tears stung her eyes. “I’m over it now. I’m just g

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

In Harley, its the last day of the Summit. Esme gained a few friends and a lot of acquaintances. She might be gentle and innocent, but when she was in her element, she is confident. The interior designer Summit is her element. She knows what she was speaking, and meeting the people from the same field made it easy for her to interact with them. Her spirits were high until she stumbled upon a social media post which one of her new friends showed her. Her name is Rosy Richard.

Esme engaged in conversations with a number of other artists, despite the fact that she felt apprehensive about interacting with those with whom she has a contentious history. After threatening Julian, she has already drawn attention to herself; it would be inappropriate if she drew even more attention to herself, thus it is best for her to keep a low profile for the time being. "Pardon me, but I need to grab something to drink." Esme removed herself as swiftly as possible from the oppressive tension that existed amongst the artists who were surrounding her. They gave off the impression of being pleasant, but in their hearts, they were hunting for individuals to take advantage of.