Esme Story Novels & Stories

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”

To sit down somewhere quiet and hear his story, maybe share a laugh over whatever secrets those blue eyes are hiding? I shake my head, trying to snap out of it, and tuck the note carefully into the pocket of my apron. This flower shop is supposed to be my fresh start, my escape from the small hometown where every street corner whispered memories of Mom and her tiny garden store. It's shuttered now, gathering dust with overgrown weeds creeping up the sides. Too painful to think about for long. Moving to the city was my way of turning the page, focusing on building something new instead of dwelling on the past. Daydreaming about a random customer? That's not part of the plan. But he was undeni

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

“You didn’t know, Fia? Esme’s dead. She…” Conrad wished he could break this woman’s neck. Fia stopped him. She felt that his emotions were getting erratic, as if worried that she would say something. “Don’t go. Let her finish.” She stared at Esme. “What else do you want to say?” Esme looked at her smugly. “Esme was simply still in love with her first love. She came back from overseas, abandoning her career just so she could be with him. But in the end, both of you hurt her so much…”