Esme Edwards Novels & Stories

"What can I do for you?" "Well, you know that writing competition?" She nods as I sit in the chair next to her desk. Touching her arm, I use the trigger, "Miss Edwards, I need your help." "Well, let's not waste any time, Nick." She says, excitedly, pushing her chair back and unbuttoning her blouse. "Lock the doors, Nick, and cover the windows." Wow! I race to the doors and do what she asks. When I turn around, Miss Edwards already has her blouse and bra off and is unzipping her skirt. Her tits are perfect, round globes with thick pink nipples that appear to be fully erect. I start to undress but Miss Edwards stops me.

I said to Sean as I walked past him. He burst out laughing again as Mrs. Noble grabbed my hand and led me outside to her town car. A driver opened the door for us and I got in and sat down next to her. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists on my knees. “So, Alex Gray, who was kicked out of the military. How old are you?” she asked me. “Twenty-five,” I said to her and her smile widened. She kept looking at me until I looked out of the window and the car stopped in front of an apartment building in the downtown area. She had money and a lot of it. Her penthouse apartment reeked of it as I followed her inside.

My nerves hummed beneath my skin—the break-in, the board meeting, the constant shadow of Damian but Asher’s presence grounded me, as always. Esme arrived precisely on time. She was a striking woman in her mid-forties, with sharp features, short silver-streaked dark hair, and an aura of quiet confidence that commanded the room without effort. Her partner, Morgan—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a calm, observant demeanor followed a step behind. Esme had a reputation I’d researched quickly: a former high-ranking detective who had left the force after a high-profile case to found her own private investigation firm. She charged premium rates but delivered results that justified every penny.

Esme’s eyes get big, and her mouth hangs open. “OH! MY! GODDESS!” Esme starts to jump up and down, dancing around me. Her excitement is almost contagious. “Why aren’t you happier?! Why aren’t you dancing around?!” I fight the smile that threatens to bloom on my face. I’m supposed to be cautiously optimistic. Esme is making it hard to keep from falling into the excitement of the bond.

Then I stood up from the pavilion and made my way towards the courtyard again. When I got there, I saw that Esme was waiting at the front door. She was already dozing off where she was seated and I couldn’t help but feel pity for her. Who is she waiting for here? Moving closer to her, I saw a knitted pouch in her hands and also a letter. Looking at the pouch and the letter, I deduce who it was meant for and I couldn’t help but sympathize with her. I wish she would actually have a chance with Dolphus but he's a Gamma.

As she spoke up, her words carried a new sense of determination, which surprised everyone at the table, especially Maverick's father. The fact that Esme was willing to assert herself and voice her concerns demonstrated a change that had taken place within her. She was no longer the docile and obedient woman she had been in the previous reality. With her eyes focused and her tone unwavering, Esme reminded them all that her wolf and Maverick's had not yet made the connection the prophesy spoke of. It was a statement that held a profound weight, as it essentially meant that the fulfillment of the prophesy was still pending.

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

On New Year's Eve in 2015, a fire broke out in the women's prison in the western suburbs of City C, and a prisoner code named 0037 died. On the same day, James Smith, the president of MK Media, had a twin baby, and rumors about the child's mother were all over the place.

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

“May I know your name?” “The other stopped dead on her tracks. Slowly, she faced Ellaine, “Margarette. You can call me Marge. How about your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Margarette was suddenly flabbergasted when Ellaine smiled at her. “How unusual. You have too much color on your eyes.” It was no more than a whisper meant as a sentiment rather than a declaration. “Color?” “Yes. Not all humans have those and those who have it are commonly special.” She chuckled, “I’m afraid I have said too much. Don’t mind me, it’s unimportant. Nobody would have believed it anyway.”