Esteban From Elena Of Avalor Novels & Stories

Tessa as Elena – POV It was a quiet Friday evening. I sat in front of Elena’s vanity, scrolling through red carpet videos on her tablet, trying to study her poses, her expressions and her aura. It was Elena’s first public outing since the accident. And I was still trapped in her body. There could be no mistakes. I had to walk beside her fiancé, wear her shoes and make the world believe Elena Scarlet was back. My phone buzzed, breaking my train of thought.

“You are talking nonsense Ella. This world would have to come to and end before I ever get interested in Cassie, not to talk of choosing her over you. Yes, she is my mate, but I despise her and I want nothing to do with her. I want to make her pay for all her father’s crimes and when I’m done, I will make sure she lives a miserable life for as long as she lives. Now, does that sound like I ever have plans of choosing her over you?” “No” She whispers and I smile in satisfaction as I gently stroke her hair. “The only person I know to be my mate is you, Ella. I have chosen you as my mate and future Luna and there is nothing anyone can do about that. Absolutely nothing” “Thank you very much, Eli

And now, Eliana is gone. A low growl escaped Caleb’s throat as he clenched his fists. His beta, Charles, appeared at his side, concern etched on his face. “She’s not here, is she?” Charles asked, though he already knew the answer. Caleb shook his head, his jaw tightening. “Gonzalo.” The only name kept echoing on his mind but he knew that Damien Ferns, the alpha of the Lycan shadow pack killed his Luna Lia. He shook his head and exhaled.

“Some guy named Esteban, worked closely with Leonardo on multiple operations. If anyone could leak the information, it would be him.” “Damn it,” I mutter, my mind racing. Esteban had been close enough to know about the pending nuptials, close enough to be a guest at the wedding that was supposed to unify two families, two empires. “Do you think Leonardo knows about the defection?” I ask, now realizing that Aella’s father might be in the dark about the entire situation. “I doubt it,” Kaden replies. “From what I gathered, Esteban disappeared without a trace. He probably contacted the Ladrón Cartel secretly before making his exit.”

She looked up at Catalina with something almost like pity. "He's alive," Camila said. "For now." "Help him," Catalina begged. "Please, just help him." "That depends on you." Esteban's voice cut through the chapel. He emerged from the shadows near the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and unreadable. He looked at the scene before him—the blood, the wounded man, the captured prisoners, like he was reviewing paperwork. "Valentina," he said pleasantly. "I'm disappointed. I gave you a choice. A fair choice. And you chose to run."

says Esteban in a husky tone. Damn... I don't like to talk about dependency, but the way he says it, he sounds super good and he does it, too good. I might as well be dependent to this. "Tell me who I am." He demands. "You are Esteban Bogdanov." "Always remember that, my little girl," Esteban says to ram me again as he gives me a spanking that makes me wetter than I want to admit. God, it was worth the wait.

His was a man named Esteban known to sniff and sell whatever he could at very high prices. "You got five minutes," Greg spat out to Esteban as the man slid into the opposite booth of this secluded diner lying on the outskirts of the town. Esteban smirked, reclining in his seat. "Always a pleasure doing business with you, Greg." "Cut the crap," Greg growled. "What do you know about Valentine?

And Clara… she just smiled faintly, untangled from all the tension. I realized then… I had no idea what I had walked into. And maybe I didn’t want to but I would stay, because I couldn’t leave Clara. Not now. My eyes met Esteban's eyes again, his dark eyes locked into mine, and I forgot how to breathe… again. He had a sharp feature and brown hair that slightly fell over his perfect face. From all indications, he was definitely Italian. I saw the scar on his face, and for some reason that only made him more attractive, I couldn't stop staring until he looked away with a…scoff?

MARIA'S POINT OF VIEW I tried not to look too much at myself as i stood in front of the bathroom mirror, there were a few cuts and bruises on my forehead as well as a new bruise that was forming fast after te slap he had given me because the food had arrived a minute longer than he liked, i did not even flinch as i dabbed some spirit on it- already too used to the beatings, kicking, smacking and swearing, i dabbed the liquid in barely feeling the sting as i tried to take care of the wound. I opened my bathroom robe to see the huge gash across my ribs on my side from where he pushed me into the kitchen cabinet and pressed a hot pot into my side for not answering him when he called. Esteban wa

My chest burns. I can feel the mate-bond clearly now, brighter than it has ever been—an unbreakable thread of warmth tethering me to Ethan’s soul. It anchors me, steadies me, reminds me who I am when everything else tries to strip that away. “You’re wrong,” I whisper again, my voice shaking but fierce. “He’s not imbalance.” The Crown does not argue. It never has. Instead, it shows me. Visions slam into my mind—possible futures unfurling like fractured mirrors. Packs kneeling peacefully beneath a silver sky. Borders holding. The land thriving.