Esther Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He was yet to speak with Esther- who made it clear she didn’t feel an ounce of regret for all she’s done. Hell would receive him if he didn’t make her feel and understand the gravity of her actions and continued stubbornness. ****** Esther was in her home when a knock came from the front door. She wasn’t expecting anyone and honestly wasn’t in the mood to entertain guests. “Who’s that?” She called from the couch, making no move to answer the door. Silence. Her eyes narrowed, “Hello?” she said and made way to the door when no one answered. “Daniel.”

he struggled a little before his anger resurfaced, "I will tell him, but only when I am ready to." Esther didn't argue with him anymore, she just gave a curt nod and the ghost of a smile before she turned and moved off back into the crowd without another word. Her floor-length gown making it look as if she was floating away. There was something incredibly creepy about Esther than made all the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "Just ignore her," Myra tried to wave off the whole previous conversation with a nervous laugh, "She's just in a bad mood because she didn't want to come."

Clem commented, looking at Esther. "You should go and check it out. You might have an idea on how to open it. After all, you are a witch too." He said to her. Esther nodded, then walked towards the library section, that was just filled with books. She was confused. There was not even a space or a lock or something. Nothing. Just books. She wringled her hands on each other. She was nervous. They were expecting her to do something as a witch, and she was useless. She felt useless.

Esther orders before grabbing a kimono jacket from her wardrobe and dashing out of her room. She wearing a bumbshort and an armless camisole top but doesn't have the time to change hence she just throws on the kimono as she bolts out of her house. Dayo should know better than to mess around with dust!

I heard the phone ring and woke up. My mother was still fast asleep in bed, her ventilator making a soft noise. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that I had been asleep for five hours. It is evening now, and my head is still aching and dizzy. I clicked on the phone screen without even paying attention to who the caller was. My father's loud voice rang out. "Esther, you, bitch. Where are you? Go back to Joan's mansion, I have something to talk to you about, not about inheritance."

Very few were sympathetic. It made me feel terrible, but all I could do was ignore them. I was nearly done with my bowl of oatmeal when we heard footsteps racing toward us from down the hall. It was so silent that they echoed. We all looked at the door expectantly, waiting to see who it was and why they were running. It was little Esther, and her hair was still wet. She was always late for breakfast. Her little frame was trembling, and her face was deathly pale. “They’re burning the chapel!” she screamed. “They’re setting us on fire!”

As she rubs her hands continuously, she appears to be puzzling her brains about how and where to begin her duties of serving her new employers. In a moment, someone yelled her name from inside, “Esther!” She didn’t concede at once. Her mind was still startled by the vastness and tremendous spectacles around. She must have glimpsed at the stunning scenic appearances for the first time. “Esther!” the lady of the house screamed out her name again, this time with an undertone of resentment in her voice.