Esme Squalor Novels & Stories

Then he mixed the substance inside and filled the glass with wine, "Go ahead, drink it." Queen stared at him in surprise and asked, "Excuse me?" He chuckled, "Well, it's just something to put you in the mood. It's a little body-friendly aphrodisiac. Trust me, you'll feel very good once you have a taste." The moment he pushed the glass over to her, Queen smiled and said, "Mr. Suarez, I don't need it. I'm always in the mood. How else will I please a capable man like you?"

She looked really cute. After that she scrammed off. What’s with the kids always running? I chuckled unconsciously while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. I came into my room and found Esme inside. Her scent was bursting through the air. She was wearing a maroon nightdress that left nothing to imagination. As soon as her eyes landed on me, a sultry smile found its way on her lips. She approached me with extra sway in her hips. Her eyes full of mischief and lust. She knew what I liked. I enjoyed submission and she always submitted to me. She would let me do whatever I want to do with her body. But tonight her seduction wasn’t working on me. I would have admired her beauty if not for my

She scowled, Amell doubting her ability was grated on her nerves. "She's not a normal or a regular Soul Esmay. She was once the Queen of the Dragon Realm. Raped, betrayed and tied to a curse so strong that it was even able to withhold Nature. She had a millennium's worth of animosity and pent-up anger. She's a tainted Soul." Amell explained with a serious look on his face. "A tainted one who will bend to my will." Even at Esmeray's confidence, Amell didn't look very convinced which was new.

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The atmosphere had suddenly gotten so dense as we stared at each other quietly. “You know this past year I've gone through a whole lot to be even freaking out about this.” I muttered in a low tone. “Elsa Oppenheimer, I believe you’ve so many puzzling questions to ask, but I can’t answer them all. Forgive my manners, I am Ser Brownwell Samson. I'm from Estonia.” He said almost proudly. Ser Brownwell was a huge person and it goes without saying that Estonia and Andovia produced the largest and smartest werewolves. They were pretty much better in all ramifications.

She has so many hidden pockets in her skirt I’m not surprised she has writing implements on her person. Liberty fusses over her Aunt, seemingly put somewhat at ease by Imelda’s reassurance, and Imelda calmly rolls up her shawl and places it under Esme’s head as a pillow. I don’t unfold the scrap of paper until I’m running along the corridor towards the stairs. - Silver and glass tear drop vial with amethyst stopper. (DO NOT DROP) - Dragon glass Athamè with black ash and garnet handle. (DON’T TOUCH THE BLADE)

He is the real reason I fell, because he grabbed my arm, but he winks at me like this is a big game. I want to take a handful of the wet dirt from the floor and stuff it right down his throat. Lady Esme gasps really loudly and looks down at the chair next to her. “Thank the Moon Goddess I brought my black wolfskin pouch today instead of my white one. I would have completely lost my mind if your ugly hands ruined my royal pouch.” She looks at my big waist and my messy, stained clothes with so much disgust. “You are nothing but a walking catastrophe. You are costing me precious resources! I have to miss the Grand Wolf Assembly this afternoon because of you!”

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Daeira grudgingly picked up the book again and read out loud the strange science of Agartha. After a long session with the lecturers, Daeira trudged her way to her quarter while massaging her neck sideways. She then stretched her hands up before running towards her room. With a sweated forehead, she got inside in the wideness of her quarter, only to be greeted with Esee in there who then stood up from the silky couch. "Eseemie!" she greeted her. "Eseemie?" Esee tilted her head in confusion. "It’s your name, Eseemie."

Vespera walked toward the stone railing, but paused when she spotted a silhouette leaning against the wall. A small orange ember glowed in the dark… it was Ezekiel, smoking. She stayed still for a moment, the moonlight glinting off her emerald dress. When Ezekiel finally looked up, their eyes locked. Vespera offered that same polite smile, but Ezekiel's face was a mask of torment. He crushed the cigarette under his shoe with a sudden, forceful motion and took a step towards her. Each heavy step carried three years of grief and a sudden, terrifying hope.