Estelle Pjo Novels & Stories

"She's right. The risk is too high. You're not just another woman anymore. You're tied to one of the most powerful men in the mafia. That puts you in danger." I swallowed, the champagne suddenly bitter on my tongue. Estelle's voice softened. "That's why I found other ways. I have hobbies. I travel. I invest in art and support charities." She paused. "I also had Mateo. I wanted more children, but I couldn't. So I adopted some of the boys whose fathers worked for Roberto. They live with us now. I raised them. Some of those boys out there by the pool are mine in every way that matters."

"Oh, you've found their nest?" "It wasn't me who found it, but Prince." I cleared my throat, feeling my pride crushed. I wanted to boast of great things in front of Estelle. I wanted her to be proud and praise me. But I was not going to lie just so I got what I wanted. I was lucky because Estelle was proud of me when I told the truth. She was an extraordinary girl that I would not be able to find anywhere else. “That's great news. I will accelerate the cultivation of the paralytic poison for the hybrids. I will provide for you and your members more than before.”

Ophelia looked at Estelle, her eyes digging into her skin, and, of course, she could feel the pup. “She’s pregnant,” she said to Kion. Estelle heard her, but she wasn’t scared; she was prepared for her knowing. “Pregnant?” he asked. “A spell is protecting her. The child is rather big,” she said. Kion laughed out loud. “You came here pregnant and without your mate?” he asked. Estelle didn’t say anything for a while. “Let’s cut the bullshit and get to why we are here,” she replied, her sword out.

I tried my best to settle her down and sooth her as the burning jealousy ramped up in my gut. “Come now Rosalie, we can be friend can we not?” Estelle finally speaks up. Her speech heavily accented. If I had to guess, I would say she hailed from Germany, or Prussia as it is currently known. She holds her hand out to me, her eyes open wide, and her face tilted slightly forward, making herself seem innocent to the world. I knew better. This woman was my greatest rival. You could see plainly she hoped to steal Alexander for herself and viewed me as a threat.

“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

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

Estel was focused on editing a manuscript at her desk. “Who's that?” James whispered to Henrick while observing Estel. “That, my friend, is Estel Bremmer, our brilliant editor. She's the one who works her magic on manuscripts, turning coal into diamonds.” Henrick said proudly. “She sounds like someone worth knowing.” James was impressed. Henrick strides over to Estel's desk, motioning for James to follow. Estel looks up, momentarily startled by their approach. She and Henrick had just got into a heated argument just this morning. She was wondering what he was up to now.

She extended her hand toward me, and before I knew it, I placed my hand on her forearms, feeling a cold but firm matter underneath the sleeve of her robe. "This is so strange," I muttered, sitting by the kitchen table. Estelle smiled faintly. "It was strange for me too, remember? I was living in the Mortal Realm, just like you did." She sighed and elegantly pulled the strands of her hair behind her ears. "I used to think I was an ordinary human. Well, not completely ordinary. I came from a respected family and was a wealthy maiden seeking a wealthy husband. When I saw Ashtar Malachious, I decided that we were perfect for each other." She observed my reaction, curving her lips into a smirk.

For both our sakes, I hoped she wouldn’t use that one and would come up with something better. As we approached, Alessio instantly walked away, his eyes carefully but openly avoiding mine. His actions were so strange, some even followed him with their eyes—sensing something was off between us. Gian and Estelle’s gazes as we stood in front of them only added to the awkwardness. “Who is this?” Pilar luckily turned her focus directly onto Estelle before someone could ask something. I took the opportunity to observe Estelle more closely. She was ridiculously beautiful, with shiny blonde hair that almost looked white and striking eyes. Her curvy figure completed her good proportions, and her pres

“... I was keeping an eye on Miss Wilson in the Grand Hotel of Hadale City and ran into Estelle in the elevator last night. I don’t know how Estelle knows Miss Wilson. I was surprised when I saw her drive Miss Wilson to the wedding dress store just now. Mr. Hans, the performance of the Hudson Group has been good recently. Estelle grabbed many of our clients by providing lower prices for them. Could it be that she sent Miss Wilson to your side to steal the trade secrets of our company?” “That’s highly unlikely,” Cristofer retorted with a scornful tone. “She’s not that cunning or complex. I’ve known her since childhood, and I understand her quite well.” “Mr. Hans, have you disregarded what Mr.