Esmeralda Spanish Novels & Stories

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.

A part of me felt glad that she didn’t expect me to stand up to her. I was anything but a timid wolf. Neither was I going to let anyone put me down. “I will ignore those words you said, maybe you spat it by mistake. Listen to me now, Zara—" she tried to say but I ended up interrupting her. “No, you listen. I would chose to have a child at my convenient time and not because of you. So, Esmeralda, steer clear of my path or else you would regret interfering. You see, Spain can be a very dangerous city.” I threatened, knowing that would make her go away.

“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.

' I thought to myself. "You're right." Esmeralda and I spent the entire afternoon getting to know each other. She told me about her second brother, Prince Esteban who was the crown prince of Spain. I was confused as to why Estefan was not made the crown prince since he was the eldest son but she further explained to me that Estefan is an illegitimate child of their father and he couldn't be made the Crown Prince over the first legitimate child. When it was getting close to dinner time, Esmeralda left after receiving a call from her father, asking her to come back to the hotel. She promised to come to visit me again before she returns to Spain.

“She wasn’t just anyone. She was a banished princess of Country S.” The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Julio surged to his feet, the chair screeching against the floor. “Esmeralda,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “She was my beloved. And the child—Elona... she is mine.” Alaric and Jimmy stood frozen, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

A whoosh of air surrounds us in the enclosed room; picking up my hair and blowing out the lit candles in the small room. Esmeralda has my hands in a vice grip as her eyes roll back into her head as she slumps forward in her seat. Before the scream can leave my mouth, her body straightens, looking at me with a straight voice. Her eyes are no longer grey but white instead. The air around us dropped a few degrees chilling the air around us. Esmeralda starts reciting what can only be described as a prophecy in a voice an octave or two lower than normal. Her words sound almost demonic as her fingers are laced into mine in a death grip that would have broken my fingers if I was a regular human.

Lowell can wait, I have a score to settle with Esmeralda. “Esmeralda! Esmerelda! “ I ran to her room but she wasn’t there. I looked everywhere in the house but she wasn’t there, then I decided to check outside. “Esmerelda!” I ran towards the garden and there she was. She stood watching the sun and her hands were behind her back. “Yes Damel” she said quietly without turning to look at me. “What! Am I now a Damel!– my voice got louder– am I now a Damel huh” I said as I walked closer to her.

“Do you remember it now?” Esmeralda shook her head. “I don’t understand it.” Alex said, “Esmeralda, you were originally a spiritual fetus born from a piece of immortal jade in the 100,000-mile deep sea that inherited the luck of heaven and earth. I found you by chance! Then, I kept nourishing you with divine power, turning the jade fetus into a spiritual body in the end.” As soon as that statement was made, everyone was stunned again. Staring at that hair stick, Esmeralda had a look of disbelief on her face. “Could it be that this hair stick...”