Esther Coleman Novels & Stories

I'm sure I look mortified as I stand up, "Hi, my names Bec and I'm from Livingston" I look around the room as I speak. It's hard not to notice all the kids giving each other pointed looks. "Well hello Bec it's so nice to meet you darlin, you can take your seat again," her thick Texas accent is almost too overwhelming for me. Luckily, she launches straight into the class without any further questions. I pretend to follow along while subconsciously doing little drawings around my book, trying my hardest not to think about the boy with raven hair.

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Jake! What are you doing here? By the way, did you cut your hair? It looks good. Also, can you tell Danika to return my salad spinner? Not that I would ever use it but it belongs to me. I like it when people come in my kitchen and see a salad spinner. They will probably think ‘oh she eats healthy and probably is’-“ “Emily, this sounds like a lovely story but we are in a complicated situation.” Jake says as he looks at me with disbelief and amusement.

And she was much more real than those cloaked shadows standing behind her or that creepy raven. Lian’s voice broke the silence. “Do you know her?” she whispered to no one in particular. She must have felt the tension coming off us. Nate swallowed hard. “She’s a professor at Starlight.” Esther’s eyes landed on Mom. “Claire,” she greeted in the most casual tone. Mom’s face went pale, and she took a small step back without meaning to. I could tell she was trying to stay strong, but this had to be difficult, even for her. I remembered the way she was so fond of Esther back at Starlight.

Tonia lets out a deep sigh, sinking into the couch and finding relief for her tired back. "Esther, I've noticed you've been quiet today. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is okay." Mrs. Tonia inquires, they all gaze at Esther. Esther has a beautiful dark complexion, a round face, and a distinct nose. Like Glory, she also has a fuller figure, although Glory has a lighter brown skin tone. "I'm okay, mom," Esther manages to reply, and she gets up to have her breakfast as well.

Marcus whispers, “Her name is Vera. She was Elena’s second. After Elena went to prison, she took control of the network.” Vera strides towards the building where Esther stood just moments ago, her men spreading out to check for bodies and look for survivors. “Esther was supposed to deliver the children,” Vera says dispassionately. “Find her.” “Over here,” one of the men calls out, having discovered Esther’s body. Vera walks over to it, observing without any change in her expression. “She was always too sentimental.” She kneels to pick up something from the ground—Esther's photograph of the children. “She was supposed to bring the girl. The leverage.”

Shane asked. "She said it was through one of her friends but I don't know her," the woman responded. Shane brought up his phone and showed the woman Trevor's picture. "Do you know him?" He asked. "No," the woman said as she stared at the picture. "Esther worked for this man and she pretended to be dumb for a good six years until she killed the man and almost killed his wife," Shane said. "What!? Esther will never do that… I have to see her," Mrs Zealot said and prepared to leave for the city.

“Oh.. Mrs. Vaughan, I didn’t realize—” “You didn’t need to.” She gave him a polite smile, then turned to me. “Come, dear. Let’s go somewhere quieter.” The whispers began as soon as we walked past the desk. Bianca Calloway. The founder’s daughter. Esther led me to her office on the second floor. It was warm, softly lit, a blend of modern and memory. The framed photos of my father on the wall made my throat tighten. “Sit,” Esther said gently. “You look tired.”

Only then did he lift his eyes. Their gazes met. Esther froze at the doorway. Heat rushed through her body. Her fingers tightened around her handbag until her knuckles turned white. Her thoughts tangled together. It’s him…The stranger from the bar who had treated her like a person when the world had looked away. But he wasn’t simply a kind stranger. He was Adrian Cole. One of New York’s most powerful CEOs. “You…” her lips parted but no other words came. The questions crowding her mind refused to form into sentences.

But when she heard Alicia scoff, she knew that the woman didn't believe her even before she heard the words. "You expect me to believe that? From you who is nothing more than a stinky child that loves nothing more than looking for attention?" The coven leader said. Esther was hurt by the words the leader had spoken to her. It might be true that she seeks attention some of the time, but she had never deliberately sought one. Most of those times, she was always on her own practicing her spells which of course would go wrong and the disaster she created would always attract people to her.

He bent over closer to her and added, “Let me take you to dinner. Send those documents to your personal email and finish the work once you get home. I have to make sure my secretary doesn’t report the cooperation for overworking its employees to the point of making them neglect their basic needs. “ She did as was told and wore her coat and purse but refused Levi’s offer of a meal and left the building for home. The chilling wind passed through her red ears as she moved through the crowded boisterous streets for home. The events of what happened were still fresh and recurred in her mind. She could still remember how every part of her skin vibrated when he whispered into his ear, how his arms