Esme Story Novels & Stories

Esme smiles softly, “I’m always here to serve you at any time Mr Moretti. What can I do for you?” I return her smile, nodding at her words, Esme has been one of my loyal staff and she's been working under my family since I was a teenager. She tries her best to provide her good services to my family even with knowledge of how dangerous we are, she's done so much for us. She's a strong woman and I admire her for it. I should consider giving her another raise. “Have something quick and rejuvenating made for Eliana.” She nods, “Anything specific, sir?”

In Harley, its the last day of the Summit. Esme gained a few friends and a lot of acquaintances. She might be gentle and innocent, but when she was in her element, she is confident. The interior designer Summit is her element. She knows what she was speaking, and meeting the people from the same field made it easy for her to interact with them. Her spirits were high until she stumbled upon a social media post which one of her new friends showed her. Her name is Rosy Richard.

However, his often friendly demeanor is replaced with a flat line where his smile tends to sit. “Please close the door. Have a seat.” His tone is straightforward, but thankfully, I don’t think he’ll be asking me about when he last saw me in his own home. “Esme,” he starts off, his fingers coming together and his hands resting on his desk. “I wanted to ask you about one of the projects you’re working on.” Okay. Seems easy enough. “Sure, which one?” See, I can play pretend like everyone else. “The deal with our partner company, Max. There’s supposed to be caught up on all the paperwork, but I just got a call that none of it has even been sent over?”

Esmee probably hasn't felt the sun since she came here. They eat and make small talk for a while. Esmee was from the north too, but she wasn't taken from her family as they all died a year ago from lung fever. The lady that was hosting her threw her out when she spent all of Esmee family’s money and she decided to join the girls that were to be sent as slaves to the palace. "How has it been so far?" Astrid asks.

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 gushed,happily. “And thank you too for helping me get the bracelet.I really hope this incident dies with us.No one must ever know you brought that bracelet to me.” “Got it.” “I have something to do so we can’t really hang out today.I’ll see you some other time,” “Alright.”Esme took her bag and got down from Cora’s car. She watched Cora’s car leave and then she walked back into the company. ********************* Cora gave her driver a note. “Take me to this place.”She ordered.

com/GoldenPhoenix Thank you. Best of luck, XXX I closed my mails and I felt that invisible positive energy flowing without hindrances. I felt that energy and I am grateful. Grateful that everything is flowing calmly. Even with this unimaginable contract, I still want to pursue writing. Even I did not finish my college course, I will still create my life. I can imagine my future now. After this contract, I will live in a faraway country or remote place away from everything that has hurt me. I will leave from this city soon. I will start anew. Something unexplainable ignited inside me-- HOPE.

ESME Esme was having the dream again. The one she’d been having ever since she stepped foot into this territory. The endless screaming… The deep, dark void… A voice, shouting, screaming her name… “Esme!” The words jolted her. She tried to reach for it, that anchor, this person… they could save her but there was no one… Then suddenly she felt warmth encircling her. A peace invaded her being that she’d always sought for. Tingling sparks erupting beneath her skin.

Closing my eyes as I punched in the code to lock it back up, I righted myself and glared at her, "What do you want me to say, Esme..." I roared in complete frustration. "I don't know!" She screamed back at me, shoving my chest. "Why don't we start with what you want from me." She added those little fists pounding on my chest like they could damage me. "Honestly, right now, the only thing I want is to shove my cock in your mouth so it shuts you the fuck up! And I would if I wasn't fairly certain you would bite it off.. so I am going to the gym."

Esmé’s movements were timid and gentle as if slowly, the impact of alcohol was wearing off her system. “Are you still angry?” “I didn’t say I was. I left just to get a breath of fresh air but…I got hungry. I was just checking out the restaurant then it led to this.” “I see, Esmé,” I said trying to look for her gaze she did not look at me once again. We drank the rest of the alcohol and ate the rest of the food that I ordered. It took several hours until there were only a few people left in the restaurant. Esmé was now laughing at herself as she kept mumbling about how she got lost at the resort and was looking for restaurants to eat but ended up on the other side of the resort where other ex