Esperanza Rising Full Book Novels & Stories

Athena was watching with her mouth open, he looked so perfect and graceful, “you should be a model, Sean.” “No, I train models, now come here,” he waved at her and she went up to him, “try to relax, don’t act like there is a book on your head, just forget it totally. The purpose of this book is to help you keep your head high and walk straight. You slouch when you sit, you slouch when you walk and you slouch when you do everything. This book would help keep you in shape; Tobias could walk perfectly with five thick books on his head. Esperanza could walk with ten; do you understand now that it took her hard-work to get to her place? Now she enjoys it and she walks around with the tag ‘best in

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

“I mean it, Lila. Go back now.” “I can help,” Lila called out as she struggled to keep up with Jasper. She knew that she was risking going into labor by forcing her body to move in such a way, but she had no intention of being left behind in that big house. She had no idea who would win that battle. Without Jasper, there were only a few servants who resented her and undoubtedly would do nothing to protect her from the vampires if the need arose. She was better off sticking with Jasper, no matter the consequences.

~ This chapter takes place around book 2, ‘The Beta’s Feral Alpha’ ~ Wyatt I let out a loud sigh, running my hands over my face up to my hair in frustration, leaning back in the chair because trying to focus on this paperwork is torture, as my mind drifts back to the same thing again. To them. Constantly wondering if they’re okay, if they’re safe, if they have shelter, clothes, food, and of course, where the fuck they’re hiding because not knowing, not being able to see them, talk to them is fucking killing me!

My breathing grew heavier as my hand moved again, no longer holding back as I squeezed firmly. Sometimes my grip tightened, sinking into the soft warmth beneath my palm. Phoebe's body reacted to my grip, her hips tensing slightly. Watching her breathing grow uneven only made me more impatient. At that moment, my mind held only one thought: I wanted something even more thrilling. Desire had completely overwhelmed reason, and my courage grew with it. I grabbed the edge of Phoebe's stockings, trying to pull them down. That finally startled her. "Don't…" She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further.

Trust that Kade's training and the vague promises of a dead woman's visions would be enough to keep me alive. I laughed. It sounded a little unhinged. About a month ago, my biggest worry had been whether Damien would choose me at the Luna Ceremony. Now I was reading prophecies about ancient evils and trying to figure out whether I was brave enough to face something that had been killing my kind for centuries. A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts. "Come in," I called. Elena entered with another breakfast tray. One look at me — still in yesterday's clothes, eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion, the journal spread open across my bed — and she set the tray down with a sigh.

He genuinely wanted to treat her well. "Now that you've resigned, you've got no responsibilities. Where do you want to go?" Wilson asked Fiona. "You should take this opportunity to travel around." Right from the start, the system had shown Wilson all of Fiona's information. He knew that she'd spent the first 20 years of her life in hardship. Despite losing both her parents, she relied on her own effort and determination to get into a good school and land her a great job opportunity. Unexpectedly swept into a mission world by the system, she dutifully completed her task and fell in love with the man she supported through difficult times.

“It’s about a girl who finds her voice in a world that wants to silence her.” Sophia had always been someone that loved books so she was filled with joy on this particular day she got the book Sophia had read that book over and over, finding comfort in the pages, realizing that she wasn’t alone in her struggles. These memories, these small moments of kindness and love, were what carried her through the hardest times. And as she stood there, tying her apron, she knew she was stronger than she had ever believed possible. The hiss of the espresso machine and the soft clatter of plates filled the café, but Sophia barely noticed. As she wiped down the counter, her mind drifted—back to afternoons

The woman who’d strangled her own mother had once sung lullabies in a kitchen that smelled of cinnamon and smoke. They were not nodes. They were people. The web trembled as understanding replaced resistance. Compassion moved differently than rage. It spread gently, arms open, pulling the abused and broken into its warmth. It was slow, steady, and certain. Kara’s pacing ceased. She stopped snarling. She pressed against me instead, vast and luminous, her presence no longer feral but sovereign. Behind her, I felt Duncan—terrified, straining—and Gideon, anchoring himself in his power, both reaching for me through the chaos. The warmth low in my belly flared, not hot like fire but steady like a h

She sends him flying into the wall. She walks to the window where her dragon sets fire to the kingdom of Gandigos, “It was nice seeing you again, Regi.” The king's feels his view start to fade as he watches her walk away into the thunderstorm. RISE OF LEGENDS Book #1 In TLOA Series A.C Elegbede