Esme Cullen Novels & Stories

They were still bigger than me despite my unique growth so far so I had to be careful. “Elsa Oppenheimer.” The white werewolf said after turning back to her human self. She had such a fierce look on her face, she had golden blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight and her aura was dense and intimidating. It seemed she was quite blessed by the gods who in addition gave her voluptuous bosoms. She wore a blue uniform that had a crest which read Sheffield academy. She approached me with a primal stare and it was then I noticed how tall she actually was.

The sting is small but bleeds a lot when reopened. Darian returns before noon, he knocks and then closes the door and keeps his voice even. “The scullery listed her as Esme. New under Marek, no family recorded, and brought in with three others from the northern route by Rastin.” Esme, the name settles and holds somewhere between my heart and my soul. “Who placed her on Marek’s line?” I ask. “Rastin carried the list and Marek accepted all four.” “Keep your eyes on her schedule,” I say. “Do not touch it.”

That’s all his mother and I wanted, and she made me swear I would never reveal her secret, even after death, and especially never to her mother. I want to tell them, of course I do, but I can’t break my vow. So I will need to hope that Hunter and Imelda can see past all of that and move forward. Esme is different to the rest of the group. I remember her as a child, she was peculiar and always so serious. She hasn’t changed much, older and wiser maybe, but still prefers to be on the outside looking in. I have heard her speak in my defence on occasion, and now that I know what she is capable of, it wouldn’t surprise me to find out that she knows everything. Her gift and mine aren’t too far apa

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.

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.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

K.E.L.S.I::: on Tuesday evening I decided to follow her to Mr Raphael residence to assist her with the duties. Mom called me to help her with the dish, sitting outside the varenda before I was called, i left the Novel I was reading and walked to the kitchen, after everything was done and set, we went back home and that was when I realized I forgot my book.

Esme went to check on the kids in their bedroom. Seeing that they were both sound asleep, she quietly closed the door behind her. But instead of heading to bed, she made her way to the study. She turned on the computer and logged into her email. Sure enough, there was one unread email. She clicked it open. The first thing that caught her eye was a photo of Renee falling off a cliff, followed by nine pages of the police investigation report. Esme read every word carefully before falling into deep thought. If this Renee was a fake, then where was the real Renee?

Landon’s eyes widened for half a second, then returned to that unreadable calm. I felt something twist inside me. A part of me didn’t want to believe it, but another part of me did. Esme had never been someone you could predict. She didn’t always understand her strength, but when she acted, she acted with all of it. The idea that she could give such a command didn’t feel impossible to me. It felt frighteningly real. Nolan let out a short laugh. It was loud, sharp, and broken. “You must be joking,” he said. “Esme arrested who again? Luna Raven? That is the most ridiculous statement I’ve ever heard.”

Esme asked, brushing my wavy red hair off my shoulders. I rolled my eyes at her “Anyone would think you wanted to go get drunk, Chica” I grin. She smiles at me. Dressed in a skinny pair of black jeans, and white crop top, with black stilettos, her tight dark curls loose to her shoulders, and dark make up. She is beautiful, but quirky in her style with her piercings in her nose and ears, but I love that about her. Esme has never been bothered about what others think of her and always been who she wants to be, and that is what has got her to university when most of the women in our pack have just done as they were told and stayed in pack, running the packhouse, doing menial tasks, looking afte