Esme Name Meaning In Bible Novels & Stories

"You didn't save her contact, so it's just a string of numbers. However, she's asking for the CMD backend access." After hearing this, Paul said, "Oh, it must be Esme." "Esme?" It was the first time Miranda had heard the name. "Yes, the newcomer who joined the lab last month. I haven't mentioned her before? Esme Bushman… That's strange, I could've sworn I did." "You did, but you never told me her name exactly. Bushman… That's a pretty rare surname." "She's quite capable," Paul remarked. This was the second time Miranda had heard Paul use that phrase to describe someone. She knew that for Paul to call someone capable, it meant that they were exceptionally competent at their work.

It’s a small relief that she doesn’t wake and witness my momentary lapse of control. “Does the name, Averson, mean anything to you?” Esme asks, her voice a harsh whisper. Her glistening, grey eyes bore into mine and she holds my face firmly in her hands, not allowing me to look away. I didn’t notice her step onto the ottoman at the foot of the bed, but she stands eyelevel with me and her hold over me is more than physical.

I told her as I motioned for her to follow me into the house. As I got inside, Emee began crying from her place on the mat. I heard Jessica gasping from beside me as she got a glimpse of the baby. “Is that…?” She breathed, her eyes widening. “My daughter, Emee,” I told her. She exhaled with a small shriek. “Emee…” she whispered. “It’s short for Emlin Ree. After my mother and Jonathan’s father, Regan,” I explained. I picked Emee up from the ground and brought her to Jessica who was waiting eagerly to take her from me. I chuckled as she held Emee, cooing at her and poking her nose playfully.

Esme returned to the Sanctuary permanently in early autumn, her decision arriving not through dramatic announcement but through the quiet accumulation of reasons that had been building for months. "My father understands," she told Ryder, the two of them walking the perimeter she'd come to know almost as well as he did. "He says the Maren territory needs young people willing to build bridges between places, the same way you've all built one here." "And you want to be that bridge," Ryder said. "I want to be near you," she said, with the directness that had drawn him to her from their first conversation. "The bridge-building is real too, but I'd be lying if I said it was the only reason."

Wearing a coat that is made off from the fur of a black bear, he is walking with fierce with his young face. The CanFe who is with the water bender isn’t holding his hands because it deliberately walks towards the front of their Lord. “Is this the one who betrayed his family, his king, and his prince . . . And for what exchange?” the Lord said. “To live.” A short answer from the water bender. “What is your name, my dear?” “Esme.” “You are such a brave young boy, my dear, Esme.” The Lord walks in circle around Esme. “Do you take considering me that I might not give you mercy and killed you the first second I saw you?”

Oh, my Goddess! " Hello dear, don't worry, I won't bite." Thorn's mother chuckled as Raeann turned to face her. She didn't look a day over thirty-five, which Raeann knew to be impossible since Thorn was already in his late twenties. "My name is Esmerelda, but you may call me Esme," She said gracefully, and it wasn't until Raeann took her hand that she felt the enormous amount of power this gentile lady possessed. It was like being run over by a freight train, and to her surprise, Esme quickly let go of her hand and turned to Raeann in horror, "You are the anchor, child!" She exclaimed, "Does Thorn know of the responsibility you carry?"

Got to carry on, right? Don’t worry about trying to sort things for me, focus on making things good for you ok? Esme has decided what is right for her, and she has done what she needs to do. I will be ok in time, so don’t be worrying. You need to focus on you and Lola and being safe while at their pack. G -------------

Esme I woke up this morning feeling ecstatic I was so joyful my heart was over flowing with happiness knowing I was going back to my new home with my mate. Tiff helped me pack the car up last night after sampson left so I’m all ready to go. I couldn’t bring myself to not say goodbye to sampson I know his unpredictable at the moment but it may be the closure he needs to let me go and once he has both Perseus and I can join the pack. It just before lunch so I make my way to the pack house I pick up three coffees along the way and plan to have lunch with sampson to explain everything. I walk into sampsons reception I greet his receptionist and hand her a coffee “miss Esme if you have come here

‘It sounded very, very important because Omems voice was an octave higher then usual, which means she was impressed. ‘Is that crocus a medicinal plant with a lot of power perhaps?’ Maddie wanted to know She tought Esmee's characterization of her grandmother was interesting. 'No idea. Maybe it’s used by druids, ‘Esmee said, but shrugged,’ it could also be a name used for something else.’ Esmee and Rodolf walked towards the library together to find out, but Raven had other ideas. ‘I'll go with Rodolf,’ he said, ‘otherwise people will only be kissing instead of searching.’

She nodded affirmatively, ready to embark on the journey that held the promise of answers. "Please, sir, Nathan says I should bring you to Esmea," the driver explained, and Ella, not wanting to delay, responded, "Alright, let's not waste time." With that, she entered the cab, and the driver navigated the roads leading to Esmea.