Esmeralda In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

"I was saving your life!" "You were throwing yours away!" he stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. "Do you have any idea what that silver does? It doesn't just burn. It eats into the skin. It could have paralyzed your hands forever. You aren't a soldier, Esmeralda. You're a girl who belongs in a kitchen or a garden, not under a hunter's net!" "I am the girl who made sure you didn't end up in a cage tonight!" she shouted back, standing up to meet his gaze. She was trembling, but she didn't back down. "Would you rather be sitting in a Guild dungeon right now? Because that’s where you were headed!"

I knew my son was hurt when I got through the trees and I was angry, I knocked Esmerelda back and told him to get Vasa out, she was scared and couldn't move. Esmerelda was fighting ferel, she still thinks her mates are dead and can't sense her children, she was deadly but so was I. I changed into my human form and she ran toward the Palace at full speed, I followed until we were where the fight was happening. She saw Geoff and Jerod standing side by side and she stopped in front of them and looked confused, we walked over to them and everyone was watching Aidan walk up. He was full of blood on his chest as he hadn't bathed in blood in a long time, it felt refreshing to him as he put it. Ty w

Darius peeked at her. “Your loss.” Esmeralda said as she sped to the door, Darius stopped her, pulled her back, and flung her and she stumbled down in the living room. She stood up at vampire speed moving large strands of her hair behind her ears. “You want a challenge.” Esmeralda tightened her fist before she sped toward him, dodging his punch and kicking his leg. She tried to pound his jaw, but he caught her fist twisting it. She screamed and he shoved her to the wall, she slipped away from him, turning him toward her and she punched him thrice. Blood trickled down his nose and he hit her and she spun before falling. She rolled on the ground, groaning. Darius lifted her, shoved her to the

"I'm afraid myself, how could I possibly make Esmeralda comfortable." "Esmeralda is not a wild animal, Miss. She was adopted by the master as a puppy." As Rose recalled, Theo had once said Esmeralda was the last memory of Dara. And it seemed she had to reconfirm one thing from Lion. "This Esmeralda belongs to Dara, right, should it?" "That's right, Miss." "Then why did you say Theo adopted her when it was a puppy?" "Because Miss Dara only had time to take care of Esme for three days."

Esmeralda's POV I jolted awake, my heart racing and pounding against my chest. I stared at the ceiling as I tried to figure out where I was. The last scene I recall was me being hit to one side of the road and blood trickling down my forehead. I pulled up myself trying to sit up when I felt a sharp pain on my head making me hiss in pain. I looked around the room I was in. This was definitely not my room in the Lawson mansion but everything in the room screamed luxury.

“So, Miss Sleuth, I understand that you’ve had quite an adventure.” “Esmerelda,” I said, softly. “Call me Esmerelda.” He nodded. “Alright. Esmerelda, can you tell me a bit about what happened?” I hesitated going into detail with someone in the medical profession. It was such a crazy story. What if he thought me just that? What if he thought me crazy? Sure, he was a member of the society, but that didn’t mean that he’d been exposed to all that there is out there. What if his knowledge of the paranormal is more limited than that of Lance or Killian?

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

My vein pulsed frantically beneath her grip, and a weak groan of pain escaped me. “Any last words?” Kemilly murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “You stupid wolf, you’re killing the wrong one. I told you—I’m Esmeralda.” I smirked faintly, blood trickling from my lips. “It’ll be hilarious when you realize it… Too bad I won’t be here to see it.” Without hesitation, she bit down harder, tearing into my throat and slamming me to the ground. I convulsed in agony, my body drowning in blood.

The others were older, their faces lined with years of judgment and their mouths set in frowns that seemed permanent. Esmeralda was sitting at the end of the row, wearing a deep green dress with her dark hair curled and pinned and her lips painted red. She looked perfect. She always looked perfect. And she was looking at me with a smile that did not reach her eyes, a smile that said she had been waiting for this moment, that she had been planning for it, that she was going to enjoy every second of watching me be torn apart.

-You’re already in a hospital bed, there is not much for you to lose. -Is that how you want to convince me to tell the police it wasn’t you? -What do you want? Money? Esmeralda wanted money, but she knew that no amount he could afford would improve his life, but it was better than nothing. Only if she did, she’d be willing to be bought. -I don’t want your money. -Come on, everybody wants money. Name your price. -You can’t pay my price. -Just say what you want, girl?