Esmeray Meaning Novels & Stories

She stared into my eyes, lost in their mysteries. "Esmeralda is a Spanish word for Emerald, a rare precious gem-stone that signifies truth and love and as your name implies, you are precious to me. As precious as a rare gemstone and you are not only precious, you are powerful. Don't forget that," She kissed my forehead and engulfed me in a bear hug. "Do you still want to change your name?" She asked while I shook my head. My name was perfect. "I love you, Esmeralda," I heard her sniff as she fought the urge to spill tears.

"His name is Emeriel. Emeriel Galilea Evenstone." Emeriel. It's a neutral name, and also means 'Sky's Protection' in the old tongue. Garret liked it. Fitting too, for their daughter would need all the luck and protection in the world. "I agree," Garret spoke aloud. With the plan fully in his mind, Garret swore the two other men in the room to secrecy. ********* That night, Garrett and his wife, stood by the baby’s small cradle, watching their newborn sleep. Across the room, their three-year-old daughter, Aekeira, lay curled under a blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.

She walked in wearing cream cashmere and confidence, her glossy black hair perfect despite the October wind. When our eyes met across the café, her smile faltered for just a brief moment before it snapped back into place. “Emery.” She slid into the seat across from me, with a polished grace. “You look incredible. I mean, considering everything you've been through…” “Save it.” The pleasantries die on her lips. Good. I'm not here for small talk. “I wasn't sure you'd actually come,” she said,. Her fingers were dancing nervously around her purse strap. “When you called, I thought—”

Isra said with a happy smile. She intertwined her arm with Ember’s and they set off inside. Blair clapped my back with a big smile and we followed the ladies inside. All of us went into the packhouse dining hall and took our seats. Ember and I sat with Blair and Isra while the warriors we brought sat off to the side, away from us but still in earshot. “Ember, where are you from?” Isra asked as we sat down. “The Timber Coven,” she answered. “So you’re a witch?” Isra asked, just as Bastet jumped up on the bench between Ember and me.

“S-She is the woman you have been looking for.” This froze Emperor Claus for a moment, thinking that he was probably mishearing him or Evander was simply talking about someone else. It was because he found it odd why Emery would even be there in Elescaster City. “Who is it exactly?” he asked. “It’s Emery Trigon, Your Imperial Highness.”

“Doesn’t matter. I want to know everything about her.” “She’s nothing but a slave. A wolfless slave too,” the girl said viciously. Esme wasn’t wolfless I saw her shift myself. “Her mother’s the biggest slave around her. She’s been a slave since she was sixteen. Esmeray’s such a clown she’s almost been kicked out of the mansion since she was six years old. I’m sorry if she’s bothered you Alpha. I’ll make sure she’s reprimanded.” “You won’t do that,” I made sure my words struck her bones.

Her name on his tongue is like prayer on the tongue of God's devotees. ••" What's her name?" •• " Boss, it's Ember William, " ••" Ember. Ember means fire of hell," She was the fire of hell and he, himself, was the hell. He still remembers how she used to see him in fear, like he was gonna hurt her or beat her but still she behaved boldly and that's what fascinated him. She battled for herself with fear in her eyes.

Even Ben hasn’t freed her. “Because I will do what needs to be done to get back to my pack, even if it means physically breaking apart every wolf who stands in my way.” A chill runs up my spine as I hold her gaze. “Who are you?” “You know my name.” “That’s not what I’m asking. Who are you?” Her mouth twitches but she doesn’t smile. Instead, she slides down the bars until she’s seated, her head leaning back against the stone wall. “Emery of Obsidian Temple. I have no last name. I am Alpha after my mother, Jade. She died ten years ago, so I took her title.”

"Esme? What exactly is your problem?" Jeremy questioned. Esme was acting in a very peculiar manner. Esme's aura was no longer that of the bubbly and cheerful girl that he and Xiara had always known her to be. Instead, she gave off a different vibe. It was so gloomy that it was almost sinister.