Estella Hellpark Novels & Stories

Sometimes you are at the bottom, and sometimes you are at the top. Keatton diverted his emotions by looking outside. The tall trees, the vast bushed, and the stream on the left side of the road. “Where are we?” asked Keatton to Melvin. “We are at one of Lord Damon’s park. That is now for sure yours,” said Melvin. Instinctively, it made Keatton smiled. Melvin parked the car near the bench. As the excitement and the urge of him to forget how he feels, Keatton opened the door quickly and ran as fast as he can. “Damn it! Mam!” said Melvin. “Follow him quickly!” he said.

“But you never wanted him in the first place. How come you’re so interested in him? I was thinking you’d look for another way to destroy Samantha’s happiness.” Estella glared at Jennie. “Don’t be an idiot, girlie!” she snapped. “I said I want him because she wants him too, and it would be very satisfying to wipe that smile off her face the day I take him away from her. Just because I’ve been lying low doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I know what I’m doing, so don’t dare question me again.” Jennie nodded with a defeated expression. “So, what are you going to do now?”

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.

Gwen turns to her, with her face scrunched in confusion, “I am not a demon. I don’t think I have horns but that would be cool. I heard that she-devils are very hot.” I am tempted to roll my eyes again but I ignore it, “You know very well that the devil is here, then why are you here!” “I never said the devil. I said demons,” She tilts her head sideways and her hair follows. “Okay, she’s freaking me out,” Gwen mutters with her lips pulled back in to a wince. Estella eyes trails to me as she stands on her feet, “I am here to help you escape.” I turn to Gwen with a raised eyebrow before I look back at her.

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

Shawn regarded her with narrowed eyes and after a while, he asked, “Why are you asking?” Knowing that he had read her mind, Estelle let out a huff before explaining, “It’s Kris—I just saw her enter the Management Department next door. Word has it that Stark Group is trying to secure the Elsinore Garden Project from the government, so I’m wondering if that might have anything to do with her coming here.” She paused before she continued speaking. “But something doesn’t feel right. I distinctly remember Myra saying that she’s in charge of the project, so what is Kris doing here in City Hall? It’s not as if she’s so kind as to lend Myra a helping hand.”

I got up, washed, cleaned the gym, had breakfast, and bought a new phone. That afternoon, I went to Shadowpine Golf Estate. Elara had been waiting by the driving range, sunlight making her glow like a golden she-wolf. Her pale yellow one-piece hugged her slim waist; her long curls swayed over her shoulders. Her scent—orange and wildflowers—was bright, bold. My wolf perked, sensing a warning, tinged with inexplicable envy—it admired her confidence. She looked me over, arching her brows. "Oh my god, Estelle," she sighed. "You might as well have wrapped your neck up too."

“I will, as soon as you stop talking.“ “Oh ok. I'm sorry. I'm just so excited, you know? Wait until I tell Magnus.“ “Did you forget everything I just said?“ He pursed his lips. “Oh, right. You want to keep it a secret, why?“ “I would have told you the reason why if you allowed me to talk!“ I smiled at him sheepishly. “Sorry.“ “I'm actually in a bit of a pickle concerning her.“ “How? Do you have anything urgent to do for Magnus?“ “No. Why do you ask?“ I spotted a log. “Let's sit and talk then.“ “Ok.“ He continued. “She's actually from the Blood Moon Pack, and I fear she might be a spy for the pack. She said she has been living here for a while, but I don't know if it's just a coincidence or n

the market manager informed. Estelle nodded in recognition. “Is she the brand ambassador of Wispeak Corporation?” she inquired. The market manager replied with a smile, “It’s possible. Miss Hudson, I’ll be waiting for you in the lounge.” Estelle acknowledged and made her way toward Mr. Klein. Upon seeing her approach, Mr. Klein appeared to take notice and regarded her with a cautious expression. With a warm and friendly smile, Estelle extended her hand and introduced herself, “Hello, Mr. Klein. I’m Estelle from the Hudson Group.”