Esme Cullen Novels & Stories

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 cleared my throat. But he tugged me toward the stairs. I plucked my gaze from him to my son. I did not want him to fall, "Aidan, be careful, baby." He chuckled, "I'm not a baby, mom." Carlos laughed softly. An old woman in a white uniform opened the door. Her grey hair was tucked in a neat bun, "Welcome back, Mr king." She said with a smile and stepped back so we could pass through. Carlos stopped in the middle of the hall, "Thank you, Pam. She's Esme, my son's mother and she is going to be my wife." He was looking at the clouds while explaining it to her.

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.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

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?

Esme’s POV The night was thick and quiet. Moonlight spilled through the high windows of the pack house, painting silver stripes across the floors. My footsteps sounded too loud as I walked toward Cole’s quarters, the vial burning a hole in my clenched fist. Every guard I passed gave me a second glance, then a third. I could feel their confusion on my skin. Esme, the quiet one, the broken one, the one who never came within twenty feet of the Beta’s wing unless she was forced to. And here I was, heading straight for his door like I belonged there.

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

Her visions seemed to be getting clearer enough that she could see. When she had finished with the sketch Carlisle Cullen came to take a look at what she had just drawn and immediately he gave Esme Cullen a warm look of re-connection, the resemblance was not strange to him, and neither was it to Esme. They both knew what it meant. “Hey guys, she is a sigma.” He declared to them all “A sigma? What is that? What is sigma?” Everyone else in the house echoed aloud.

all the warriors are laughing even harder now i release my aura and he jumps up looking like his ready to swing on me but knows better. “That’s not fair boss man you used your alpha aura on me you’re lucky I don’t swing that way cos you’d be the first piece of meat I’d go after.” Just then Esme walks out still towelling her wet hair when she walks over I can’t help but admire her toned body her sandy blonde hair glistens in the sun her smile makes my heart beat faster.

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.