Esther Coleman Costume Novels & Stories

“Esther has a short time left to live. We just need her to give you her money before she dies.” “Okay, fine.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “How do I look? I curled and dyed my hair blonde and added white extensions so it would resemble Giselle’s hair color.” My mother smoothed my hair, running her hand through it before she stepped back with a smile on her face. “You look good, sweetheart. Esther won’t be able to tell the difference between you and Giselle. Soften your voice a little, and you’ll have her wrapped around your finger.”

Cole asked her slowly, a sinister grin on his face. Esther was panicking when she saw him like this. She had thought to herself that Bridget was a woman who had a lot of pride, and so no matter what happened, she wasn't going to tell Cole that she came looking for her. But that damn bitch! She made it seem as if she was going to do everything that she said and leave Cole alone. But instead she turned around and stabbed her in the back. Esther swallowed a gulp as she looked at Cole with love and admiration in her eyes.

It annoyed me deep down, because yeah, it was still true I was tied to Ken on paper, even after everything. But Joseph didn’t flinch. He just reached for some fruit in the bowl, peeling apples and berries like he’d done it a hundred times before, his hands steady and sure. I caught myself watching him work, admiring how smooth he made it look, the focus in his eyes as juice ran down his fingers. What really grabbed everyone’s attention was when Esther appeared at the kitchen entrance wearing one of my dresses. It was a simple black one, the kind that fell easy on the body, but on her it looked different, soft and put-together, turning her usual wild stunt-double vibe into something almost el

“ ESTHER CARTER, YOU OLD WITCH! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” The words echo through the estate. Somewhere inside, a curtain shifts. Maya catches the movement and grins viciously. “Oh? Got your attention now, didn’t I?” Another guard moves forward, reaching for her arm, but she jerks away. “Don’t touch me.” A slow, deliberate clap sounds from the mansion entrance. Maya’s eyes snap upward. Lady Esther stands at the top of the marble staircase, draped in her usual elegant clothes (Maya feels a brief rush of vindictive joy when she sees the lack of a cane by her side), her silver hair coiled into a severe bun.

Unlike other days, she felt the need to walk further away from home, to know her surroundings better. “I just want to hear that. Do you know the guy who might be reading that?” Esther asked her maids as she listened keenly to Gray’s voice. “No, miss,” the two maids answered. Esther had left behind her maids and followed the direction the sound was coming from to get to Gray. She clapped to signify her presence, and Gray stopped reading and looked up. Esther had worn a one-shoulder red dress that reached her ankles. Gray rubbed his eyes to have a better look at her, and it was a dream for him to see such beauty before him.

There was a table of hand foods by a giant marque. Luc was standing next to Joseph who had his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to him. Esther was standing next to them, eyes darting around like she was searching for the nearest escape route. Josephle was talking to them, probably yelling above the music, gesticulating wildly, her face animated. She looked like a diva in the sleeveless mini-dress and stilettos she was wearing. When she saw us, her face brightened up. She sashayed towards us, the curly locks of her wig bounced on her bare shoulders.

Jessica immediately muttered, "Oh, I even heard that her dad will be one of the judges as well. I just hope that he will be fair enough to let the true winner wins." I thought Asha looks like her father? But when I look at them both, they are not. She did not get the feature of her father. I am just wondering how come they can see her face as her father when you stared at them, it is actually not. It is just me or I am starting to hate Asha? Gosh. When Jessica pulled me out from that scene, I let her. We both came to the event's place later. "Look at that lady. She is no other than Elizabeth Coleman, the wife of Daniel Coleman and of course the mother of Asha." Jessica whispered to my left e

My grandfather always made sure of that but now he was old and gradually I could tell he was losing it. Esther was someone I was familiar with. She was dressed in a low neck sleeveless blouse which showed a pretty nice portion of her cleavage and her skin tight dress accentuated her tiny waist pretty well. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes twinkled with delight and a hint of passion. She was a renowned model. A goddess in the world of beauty. A devious and rather impressive wretch but a tramp all the same. "What a pleasant surprise" I said, hands in my pocket.

"So I only have one question, are you Rowan's daughter?" After Silia asked, her trembling hand couldn't hold the mic firmly. She trusts her gut feeling and intuition. The dress that Esther was wearing, the old dancing shoes and the same hairstyle as Rowan, along with the elegant and natural ballet style that was characteristic of Rowan. All of that makes Silia unable to help but speculate that Esther is Rowan's daughter. Everyone was shocked to hear that, because if this were true it would be the hottest news of the day. Reporters and journalists had cameras ready to capture this momentous moment.