Estella Novels & Stories

Estella said as she wiped her tears. She looked at the maids as they gave her pity glances, thanks to Kyle embarrassing her, she has been getting those looks a lot. “Should I call for Ser... I mean the Luna queen?” Raymond asked as Estella shook her head again. “I'll be fine, go take care of Persephone and the baby.” Estella said as she bid him goodbye, retiring to her room. Raymond sighed as he went home. Getting home, he was greeted by his beautiful wife and child.

The Astor mansion sat at the end of a private road that the city had long ago learned not to bother. They knew who it all belonged to. The garden at the back was Elena's project that beautified the home. Silas Astor was in his usual chair with his usual newspaper, working through it with the focused attention of a man who read every page whether it interested him or not. It was discipline, he always said, to stay away from devices for some hours. Elena was of the opposite in that opinion as she was seated beside him with her iPad tilted toward the remaining light, scrolling through an Italian design house's new collection with the focused pleasure of a woman conducting serious work. She paus

And in the Black Moon territory, Cassandra was gently comforting a tormented Kaelen. "Kaelen, don't worry. Estelle is just playing games, trying to get your attention. She wants you to go running after her. Don't fall for it."

"Estelle is very dangerous, and you know that, Annette. I trusted you with this task." "Well," she drawled, picking at her nails. "She's kind of like…." She trailed off as if searching for the words. "Why can't... what's... Estelle is having the time of her life in Alpha Zen's pack," she said, standing up. She threw her hands up in exasperation. "This man literally threw a ball and took her on his arm. He paraded her around as if she was his bride. The rumor is that she's now his princess, and he's thriving."

Estela tried to discover the truth about Azrael, what she did not know is that this truth was within her. Estela was not an ordinary person, she suffered with the pain of others, she loved immensely, took time to reflect, meditate and knew herself in a large percentage. She thought out of the box and did not act out of imitation. That night she again called her Azrael, she told him that she could see each other quietly because they had left him for dead and the police search had stopped. She gladly accepted the meeting and he would look for her at her house the next morning.

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.

Rachel completely ignored me and proceeded to empty the contents of the bag on my bed, before turning to look at me with an innocent smile. "Your eyes are really beautiful. I love the shades of blue...and it's really sharp with your hair. I'm glad they aren't glowing anymore" "Of course you are. I am too. We don't want you staying with a freak from a horror movie now do we?" I bit off sarcastically and her smile faltered. "Now tell me what u are doing here so u can leave" "I just wanted to apologise Ella. I'm really sorry for what I said earlier in school today and the horrible way I reacted. " She stepped closer to me

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

Estella came out of the building he was standing in front of with a basket in her arm and I almost didn’t recognize her. She wore a temple-red shirt that looked to be made of silk beneath an armored vest. I thought she might be wearing a dress, but the shirt just had a long train that fell down to her knees. It was pleated. Underneath she wore leather pants and boots with high heels. She had a metal band on her head, nestled in her short curls.

Estella was instantly delighted as she stood up and walked towards the door. “Okay.”The maid answered. A few seconds later,the maid led Andrea and Sebastian in. “Andrea,thank God you’re here.”Estella walked forward and pulled Andrea’s hand happily. Andrea smiled faintly at her and nodded her head in response.She then turned her head to look at the other two men in the room, knowing that must be Rigel Rojas and his son Elias. Rigel and Elias looked at Andrea and Sebastian who walked in and froze for a moment! Elias’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the girl in front of him, and he felt a special connection yo her.