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.

“I thought you said you were here to meet Reemus.” “Yes she was but to find you,” Esme intercepted in between chuckling at how the misunderstanding had been created. Was this why he was acting so strange and sad? “I am sorry, we haven’t met each other before. I am Esmeralda Glenn, Lycia’s best friend,” Esmeralda said, nodding at both Reemus and Seff. “N-Nice to meet you, I am sure you already know who I am,” Seff stammered and I could tell that he was disgruntled at the revelation of my motive.

Nola screamed as the woman dashed around behind her quicker than she should have been able to, before pressing the metallic glint of a knife heavily into the woman’s neck, baring her teeth at me. “Shit,” Kalden whispered beside me, his hot breath blowing a hurricane into my ear. Shit was right. Esmeralda was the first maiden the elders of the wolf village had brought to me from their camp. I’d been besotted, charmed by the maiden’s doe-eyed gaze and the sensual fullness of her red lips, so much so that I kept her in my castle as my...mistress. A feat I wished so much that I could take back.

she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the hushed room. Esmeralda had clear memories of the events leading up to her supposed death. She recalled being kidnapped by her sister, Mercedes, and the shocking betrayal of Maverick, the man she had loved. She had been drugged, buried alive, and had uttered curses and vows of vengeance in her final moments. But now, here she was, waking up beside the very person she had cursed with her last breath. With trembling hands, Esmeralda pushed herself into a sitting position. The room around her was familiar, filled with mementos of her life. The soft, morning light filtered through the curtains, casting patterns on the walls. It all seemed

Camilla replied with a warm smile, giving her a quick hug before letting go. As the younger girl spoke with a bright smile on her face, Camilla felt her own lips curve up in response. "I missed you so much," Esmeralda said, her eyes shining with happiness. "I missed you too," Camilla replied, reaching out to tuck a few strands of Esmeralda's jet-black hair behind her ear. Esmeralda pulled back, looking puzzled. "Your mom said you were bringing that handsome hunk I saw in a picture with you on the internet. Where is he?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

Everyone smiled at the name. “I am special to you my dear?” Esmerelda asked softly with tears in her eyes. She nodded “Yes, Esmerelda you are very special…you are more my mom than my birth mom ever was.” Elleanna said softly with a wide smile.

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“You really don’t.” For a moment, she just watched me struggle to keep my temper. Then, finally, she straightened. “I suppose introductions are overdue,” she said, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her sleeve. Marcus shifted beside me, tense. The woman took a step back, giving herself space like a performer about to begin a story. “My name,” she said calmly, “is Esmeralda.” The name carried weight… as though it was meant to mean something. She smiled slowly.