Estella Hellpark Novels & Stories

Estela smiled faintly, a touch of malice in her eyes. “Excellent. I want everything: messages, photos, emails. If Augusto and that little girl have any secrets, I want them in my hands. I want to watch that relationship collapse before the eyes of the world.” She stood up confidently. She had also hired a paparazzo to follow them twenty-four hours a day. She wanted to capture any slip, any poorly timed kiss, any argument. If she couldn’t find dirt, she would create it.

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

I let it ring a second time before I picked up. “Hello?” “Estelle. It’s Helena.” “Yes. Hi.” “I was hoping you and I could have coffee tomorrow morning. Somewhere quiet. I won’t keep you long. It’s about Saturday.” Harrison had warned me she had gone to Claire’s. He had told me about the four rows and the don’t-turn-around. He had not warned me she might call. “Of course,” I said. “There is a coffee shop on Blackwell Road near the roundabout. I can be there at nine.”

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

The queen and her daughter nodded. When he peered at the screen, he had a sharp breath. Antonella and her daughter shot disturbed glances at each other. Adrian shut his eyes, now he was being pulled in two directions. He rose up and walked over to the other end of the room, not wanting to sadden them the more with what he was going to say. “Estella is dead!” --------------------- Estella’s POV EIGHT YEARS LATER I sat at the couch before me looking out at the evening sun which sets over the lake before the penthouse. I look at my house and smile in satisfaction.

Lair ordered with a smile as the guard bowed and left. " Oh my? I can't believe Lady Estelle is and would be the first person ever other than the Alpha to access that garage. Not even the Beta, Gamma nor... Kaileyn." Lady Bella said right in front of Kaileyn's friends who turned to her. " River, come here." Estelle smiled, dragging the equally smiling man towards the garage and all these while Kaileyn was staring at them with a maniacal smirk. Estelle. That common miserable weak human had dared to embarrass her in front of everyone. Fate was really a bastard, else, why and how would Estelle even come across her?

​The Sterling Estate was not merely large; it was a fortress of isolation, its opulence serving as a heavy, golden blanket over a total lack of warmth. Elara's life was now dictated by the rhythm of the monitors and the schedules set by Vera Thorne. Her days were divided between the mandatory hour of supervised treadmill walking, the consumption of hyper-optimal, tasteless meals prepared by a rotation of remote chefs, and the most unexpected sanctuary of all: Project Cassandra.

“She was in the valley, just like I said.” I didn’t buy it. “What’s your name?” I asked the woman. She lifted her chin slowly, her voice scratchy as she spoke. “Estella.” She didn’t wait for more questions. “I know what you seek, but answers don’t come for free. They come with a price.” I scoffed and turned back to Landon. “So this is your plan? Bring in a woman who’ll demand half my kingdom while feeding me lies?” He raised his hands quickly, his voice defensive. “That’s not my plan, I swear it. I didn’t know she’d have conditions—”

I didn't have to open the parcel to know what was inside- it was a new bracelet made with the wood. "Fuck this crap." I hissed and trashed the parcel and their note. Severally during my breakfast, they called but I refused to answer any of their calls. They had chosen to neglect me, I could do the same to them and I would. When I got tired of their never ending calls, I switched off my phone. When I got to the street Luke and his friends had disappeared, I stopped walking. Perhaps leaving the house was a bad idea today. I tightened my hold on the straps of my bag, drawing deep breaths before I continued walking.