Estella Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said. I nodded as I walked toward the Maybach waiting by the roadside. Just as I was about to get in, a figure crawled out of a muddy puddle nearby. Estella was dressed in rags and reeked of filth. There was nothing where her right leg should've been. She thrashed desperately against the ground with her remaining leg and begged, "Please, anything helps. Spare some change…" Estella lifted her head, revealing a face marred by scars and grime. She had aged beyond her years. In fact, she looked just like a woman who was in her 60s.

“I want to understand why you’re entertaining Kael when you already have a connection with Luca.” A sharp pain shot through my chest. “I don’t have a connection with Luca.” Her gaze softened, but only slightly. “You do, Elara. You’ve just spent so long denying it that you don’t even recognize it anymore.” I crossed my arms. “Luca is my Beta. My friend.” She sighed, shaking her head. “And Kael? What is he?” I hesitated. She tilted her head. “He wants you, Elara.” “I know,” I admitted.

Said no. “Say it again,” Ezekiel said, his eyes flickering red. She couldn’t tell if she had made him angry. “What?” “Say my name,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. She looked away from him and crossed her arms. “I’m an Omega. I’m not allowed to,” she said bitterly.

She walked towards the door, but Blyce’s hard voice halted her again. “Wait a minute,” she said, “Tell the cook to prepare for me my favorite and I want you to go to the stores and get me a new face cleanser. I’ve run out.” Diego pushed Blyce away and his eyes locked with Estella’s over his girlfriend’s head. Estella didn’t let herself stare at him for too long. He and Blyce made the perfect couple. She was a leggy blonde with big blue eyes and perfect skin. She looked like a runway model and she could crush Estella like a bug any day.

“Everything that transpired tonight was the work of magic, one powerful witch fled during the Purge. She lost everything then and swore vengeance against the king and now she has returned to take revenge on the both of you, the last of your father's bloodline. Her name is Estella and she is very powerful and dangerous. The earthquake was a diversion. She was here tonight to absorb power from the land and from the blessed river. From the prophecy, you are the seeds that must be hunted down by the enemy for revenge.” “I saw a rogue at the river just before it all ended. He was using his staff to absorb.” Killian said, more to himself. “Yes, My Prince. My guess i

she exclaimed with a fake smile. "Wow, Laura Franklin, I've long admired your work. It's an honor to finally meet you in person." Laura Franklin, the renowned American designer, looked up from her work, slightly taken aback. "Ah, thank you...and you are?" she asked with a warm smile. "I'm Estelle," she replied, her eyes locked on Laura's. "I've heard your schedule is always packed, so this is a lovely surprise." Isabel and Bennett exchanged a cautious glance, as they observed the sudden encounter. They seemed to be waiting for Estelle's next move since she was always unpredictable.

MH MATE, MY PROTECTOR. CHAPTER FORTY - EIGHT. Darius's POV. Estelle didn't reply to my confession but I wasn't expecting one actually. She may need time to think about it but there is no way her answer would be the opposite, I mean she's my mate. Destined partner, chosen by the Moon goddess.

Chapter 44 Estela boarded the plane with her head held high, her heels making their presence known with every step down the first-class aisle. She wore a designer outfit that made one thing clear: she was not just anyone. When she settled into her seat, she was promptly served her favorite drink, a chilled, refined glass of champagne.

Clara replied. "I thought we agreed that there will be no secrets between us. It looks like I have been the only one keeping that agreement valid." Ella said and walked away from Clara. She needed to get away from her as fast as possible. Ella couldn't believe that she was the only loyal friend among the both of them, she had been so stupid to think that Clara was a good person and friend. She never knew that her so-called friend was a liar. She went into her room and began to pack her clothes into her box, it was good that she had another place to stay. She made up her mind to leave the next morning without looking back.

Jayce said, answering my curiosity. “What is inside it, then?” Jayce didn’t answer my question but opened the box, and inside was a beautiful silver pendant with a star on it. “It’s beautiful,” I said, as Jayce wrapped it around my neck. “What is this?” I asked, looking at the star on it. “It’s a north star pendant,” Jayce said. “Do you know what that symbolizes?” I shook my head at the words.