Esmeralda Spanish Novels & Stories

she stated and turned her back to return in the capital. • • • • • Elijah was standing at the cemetery cave which was under the earth, staring at the dead body of the greatest King Ramos. His eyes were covered with two big white pearls, each for one, according to the traditions for the rulers of Imperium. "Father!" suddenly a whisper echoed the cave, making him flinch. "Esmeralda, is it you?" A girl with two tight braids on her head emerged in that cave, she wouldn't be more than ten. Her smile was cheerful, she looked like a little creature full of happiness. Her full name was Esmeralda Longleaf, she was the only child of Elijah.

out of excitement, she squealed and started to recall every guest she have met. She brainstormed until her reverie returned to the day at the hospital before Esmeralda disappeared. "Oh my !" She widened her eyes in extreme shock and disbelief. "E.M. stands for Esmeralda Martin! She has a red heart-shaped birthmark on her left jaw!" Because of that discovery, the evil desire in her heart returned but was heightened to the highest level.

When they heard Esmeralda's exclamation of delight, their colleagues rose to their feet and shouted with joy. "It's not the proper time for her right now," Emily said right away after hearing the news. "There are still two weeks left." "Do you happen to know who she is?" Eureka was the one who posed the question immediately. "I've been acting as her keeper since she ran away from the City," Emily said with a grin when she heard the inquiry. "She goes by the name of Amira. One of the long-lost Alphas of this pack, "she whispered.

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.

Once again, Sarreth laughed again but this time, it was followed by a shake as if she couldn't believe me. "That is the exact address of your mysterious goddess, spoiled brat Celare. Nasa backpack mo ang ID mo kung hanapin nila sa 'yo kaya bumaba ka na at lumayas sa sasakyan ko." Sarreth was pushing me away so my face went bad. "Why are you in a hurry? Are you chasing something, huh?" I asked curiously as I removed my seatbelt.

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.

He asked again, this time more seriously. “Esmeralda?." I asked him. “Cristela, I'm not calling my daughter Esmeralda." I laughed. “It translates to emerald, unlike Blue's reason for naming her Green which was solely monetary, I think she would have green eyes, like yours, the name is fitting." “But I want a girl because I want her to look like you." He said like a child. “I want a boy because I want him to look like you... So you want her to have my eyes and not yours? Your eyes are beautiful, to die for."

My whole world stopped. No. No, no, no. I started shaking my head, my hands trembling. "No. It is not what you think Please You do not understand." Esmeralda sat down on the floor next to me putting a hand on my shoulder. "I understand more than you know," she said. "But listen to me If there is one thing Dante hates, it is betrayal It is lies and hiding a child from him? Trying to steal from him? It will not end well for you if he was ever to find out”

Seeing her now, I understood why everyone spoke her name with both respect and fear. “Esmeralda, you’re here,” my mother said in relief. “Please, come take a look.” Esmeralda walked closer, setting her black satchel on the drawer beside the bed. Her gaze swept over Soraya, then she frowned slightly. “Those are claw marks,” she said, then sighed. “They don’t look too deep. She should be fine.” My chest eased a little at her words, but I didn’t dare speak. She opened her bag and began taking out small glass jars, each filled with different herbs and powders. “Can I get clean water in a bowl?” she asked.

I wondered what was going on. “What is it Esmeralda?” I asked, looking confused. “She said her name is Cassandra, and she’s from the Mallorys, and she’ll like to see you.” She replied, and I nodded. I gave a sarcastic laugh. “So Lachlan sent his sister to see me? That coward!” I laughed again while they remained quiet. "Alright, then you can go, Esmeralda. Thank you.” I said, and she nodded and left. “Have your seat, young lady.” I gestured to the seat in front of me, and she took it quietly.