Esperanza Novel Novels & Stories

“Even he had seen the news on the TV about us.” She frowned. On TV? Did Fernando really not recognize her face but name? That was a petty excuse to give, she was not a child. “No my dear, not me. Andrea was the one who saw the news.” Fernando said. Carmen frowned, were they really telling the truth? It was either they were or the old man was just a pretty great actor. Either ways, she knew they were by the rumors going around and did not care much. “Now let’s fill you up with some of Frea’s recipes!” He chuckled, spinning around and walking to the rhythm of the calm music coming from somewhere around, obviously changing the subject.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

That means you must love and defend one another when I am not present. Esper, her sister, aspired to be a stewardess someday because she wished to travel around the world. And she promised Angela that she would accompany her wherever she flew. Then, with the help of their mother, she will purchase a mansion for herself and Angela. And she'll marry a doctor to ensure their health and the health of their mother. But when their mother died of cancer, all of their dreams faded into obscurity. As an orphan, their lives were turned upside down. Angela was twelve years old and Esper was ten years old when their mother died.

she said smoothly with a calm look on her face as she rotated her chair from side to side, her legs crossed. "MJ," Liam said with a tight-lipped smile, earning himself a proud smirk from MJ. "Tell me about Esperanza, what's the story? How did you guys meet?" He asked. MJ leaned against her chair and sighed. "Esperanza Montero. Such a mystery isn't she?" She asked rhetorically. "She's a smart girl, but not that smart. Her father is behind her every move she makes." The despise in her voice was unmistakable. "The first time I met her, was at the orphanage about a year ago. She pretended to be homeless to win both Sandra's and my compassion, and like fools we fell for it. When Sandra told me he

Most people were always cautious to approach Daisy because of her fierce appearance and her preference for always dressing hippy but Anaya fell in love with Daisy’s kind nature in school. When everyone taunted Anaya for being the ‘21st Century Cinderella’ because she was an orphan and she lived with her uncle, Daisy was the only one who reached out to be her friend. Ever since then, they had been inseparable even though they went to different colleges after high school. “So, what have you been up to, Daise?” Anaya asked casually, not giving Daisy a hint of what she came here for. “Stress. Work. Little bit of fun. More stress. More work. Same old, same old.” Daisy replied vaguely, waving her

She was strong, but even steel buildings can be destroyed. Thoughts coiled and unravelled in my mind. So much had happened in such a small amount of time, and I couldn’t vanish the thoughts of what Emiliana went through these last couple of months. I knew about Dante and Veronica, but I also wondered if there was anything else I had missed. Something that neither Vinnie or Emiliana had told me. As the estate came into view, I released the nervous breath I had kept caged in my chest. This was it. The gravel crunched underfoot. Stone masonry reminded me of the squalor I had been living in for the last two months. There was no chipped paint, no rusted metal bars, not even the squawking birds wi

He feared that she would lose her will to live and let her disease slowly eat her away. His grandmother had already lost her husband to murder, and the culprit hadn't been found yet. If she lost Isabela too—he stopped his thoughts before they could drift into the worst scenarios. Instead, he gently rapped on the burnished wooden door and, when there was no response after waiting a couple of minutes, he turned the knob and let himself in. Esperanza lay on the bed, her fragile body illuminated by the glow from the lampshade. Her thin, frail hands clutched a rosary. She must have fallen asleep while reciting her prayers.

Esper let out a long yawn as she stretched, watching the soft pinks and purples dancing across the snow. The view was so enchanting and serene. She just sat there, watching it until her stomach let out a loud grumble. "Ugh, alright, breakfast it is." She got up and walked up to her door. Esper had a shocking surprise when she opened her door. Saffron was standing there, her arms folded across her chest, and her foot jutted out, giving Esper a disapproving look.

Elena The bus pulls into San Esperanza at 4 AM, depositing me in the small plaza where farmers are already setting up for the morning market. Home. The word feels strange after months in the city. San Esperanza is the opposite—small, quiet, unchanged. The same cobblestone streets I ran on as a child. The same church bells that wake the village at dawn. The same mountain range watching over everything like a guardian. Safe. I hire old Miguel's taxi—the only taxi in the village—to take me to Grandmother Rosa's house on the edge of town.

It happened again! Eliza groaned with despair as she rolled onto her back and looked up into the early morning sky. Her nightmare was continued. She was naked in the field on the edge of the woods again. She’d gone to bed early without a drop of alcohol in her system, let alone any type of drug, yet the sledgehammer in her head was pounding even harder than the morning before. Like the first time, she couldn’t remember a thing on how or why she was in such a state.