Esper Library Novels & Stories

Grabbing the remote, Esper clicked on the TV and settled in for some B-rated horror movies. After three movies, Esper had passed out on her sofa during her wait for Seraph. She was sleeping peacefully on the couch when her bedroom door opened. A hand gently shook her shoulder, causing Esper to slowly open her eyes. Seraph’s angular face gave clarity to her groggy eyes, delighted to see her mate again. “Where were you,” she asked with a stretch. “Wesley and I had some business to discuss,” he said simply as he sat next to her. Scooting into his lap, Esper gazed into her mate’s eyes.

I sent the text, so I need to own it. Cassidy: Relax. I’m not upset. I’m not offended. I’m not ignoring your texts. Cassidy: I’m sorry that I’ve got you so messed up in the head you worry about that shit. Collin: *SpongeBob gif wiping brow* Collin: Don’t apologize to me. I was surprised to get the text, happy but surprised. I can imagine it took guts to send that. I just don’t want to assume your comfort level on texting about this.

The light was flat and grey and the wind had picked up enough to mean business. Vespera stood outside the studio building, looked at the sky and then at her phone. Her driver had messaged twenty minutes ago. He'd already contacted the agency for a replacement but the replacement was forty minutes out. Forty minutes in this weather was optimistic. She scanned the car part. There were only a few vehicles which belonged to the crew. The studio's car service bay was empty, the afternoon shift already gone. Then the main entrance doors opened behind her and she turned. Ezekiel was coming through the doors with his jacket over one arm, his car keys in his hand and the expression of a man who has h

"What's going on here, Ella?" "Well, there was a minor issue, sir; could you please explain it to them?" "Haven't you explained to them yet?" Ella smiles and nods "Okay, so we're currently understaffed, and two of the performers in our show won't be able to attend the festival. So, we're in need of replacements, so I tasked Ella and Maine with finding a couple that fit our description for their position in the play. And it appears that you are the greatest bet we have."

Lysander had bought a cheap, broken system to save money; Vespera was rewriting the kernel to optimize shipping routes using a predictive AI model she had invented in her head. It was brilliant work. It was genius. At 3:15 AM, she typed the final bracket. } She hit COMPILE. The screen flashed green. OPTIMIZATION COMPLETE. EFFICIENCY INCREASE: 400%. PROJECTED REVENUE: +15 MILLION/YEAR. Vespera let out a ragged breath. She slumped back in her chair. She had done it. She had saved him. Again. "Lysander," she whispered, her voice raspy. "Lysander, wake up."

Esper's spine as if he saw a demon who walked right out of hell. All the other staff in the meeting room were stunned. They were all staring at the fellow carrying a little girl, feeling a burning desire to know more. The air the young man exuded was terrifying, but Mr. Esper was not afraid at all. He was the ambassador of the Abashidze Embassy in Drunham City. Because of that, Mr. Esper frowned and looked at Liam with caution and suspicion. He asked icily, "Who are you? Do you not know that this is the Abashidze Embassy?"

Freida assured her sternly, “Don't worry, I’ll make sure he reins it in from now on. Please make sure Coco recovers swiftly.” The next day, Astrid was on her phone when she saw an announcement from Lear Corporation. Isaiah had been dispatched to Saints’ Hospital in Engerland for a doctor’s exchange program and would be there for three years. Astrid enthusiastically showed Coco the wonderful news. Coco seemed delighted as well. “Mommy, can I go to the amusement park after my dance lesson today?” “Of course, I’d take you anywhere you want!” Astrid said. Without Isaiah disturbing them, her days with Coco were filled with joy.

Freya was right in step with me as she sniffed what they were doing. Some of the group was working on a ritual for the harvest moon that was coming up. Another group was working on a ritual for a chaos celebration. I kept walking around the room until I saw someone on their own. It was Eris. I wonder what she was working on. I walked up and looked over her shoulder to see a ritual about soulmates. I studied it until she looked up at me. “Can I help you?” she asked with an attitude. “The ritual you’re working on, is it to find your soulmate?” I asked as I joined her.

Ash “What do you mean you got a message about Ember?” His father asked with a raised eyebrow. “I got a message from an unknown number. It simply read that they knew where to find the princess and I should stand by for intel on how to take down the entire compound.” He answered, while selecting the image that was surprisingly still in his messages. Then he connected to the projector in the room and showed them the now clearly hand drawn blueprint that was pretty well done for something that was clearly done by hand.