Esther Coleman Novels & Stories

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Thinking about my marriage with Xavier, I couldn't be happier that he wouldn't be involved in my life since we were faking things. I threw my head back to have a view of my sister's face and I threw a question at her. “Esther, have you ever considered breaking the mate bond with Alpha Cole?” Without hesitation, without a second thought, and without taking her hands off my hair, Esther responded, “Cole loves me, Ema and we have a son. Why will I ever want to leave him?” If only she knew that her mate had been sleeping around with servants while she believed that he loved her dearly. However, I said nothing more. I wouldn't dare say I could help bring up Kairo since I wasn't confident enough…

Author's POV Esther paced in the marked hallway of the hospital she worked in, her chest was beating faster than it was a few minutes ago as she kept calling the same number over and over while pacing back and forth. She still wasn't able to prescribe the possible whereabouts of Katie's mother's wolf and the alpha was beginning to crack down on her as Beta Crowell wouldn't let her be. He had just left her office after she convinced him to consult a higher and more experienced Autopsy doctor to whom she had transferred Hannah, Katie's mother.

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

But there was nothing. Frustrated, I screenshot the image and started digging into his marital status. Cole was married to a woman named Yasmin Estrada, the daughter of a modest restaurant owner. But here’s where things got strange: Yasmin’s presence was practically nonexistent. No pictures, no records. It was as if she had been erased. Instead, Cole’s photos were dominated by Sarah Lolthammer, a stunning actress who seemed to fill the void. Her pictures took up at least 80% of his profile.

Cole did not understand why Bradley wanted to do that, but he replied respectfully anyway, “Okay.” Bradley thought of Esther’s hateful eyes on the table and snickered. He must have lost his mind! He had never even touched Esther—how could she carry his children? Asexual reproduction!? He fished out his phone again to send Cole a text. [No need to do it.] He had nearly swayed because of the crazy woman’s words. Esther was crazy enough to harm his grandfather. She could definitely lie through her teeth in order to save the b*stards.

He managed to sound encouraging and inspiring at the same time. "Why?" I asked. Something told me there was more to this; the way she seemed overly agitated coupled with how pale she was in that room. Estera was not a quitter. She was strong-willed at seventeen. I expected her to be far more formidable now. And I knew her reason could not be because of who Mary Antoinette was. "Why not, Estera?" I repeated. "Cole, you must know who Evan is--" she said, looking at the other man. Foster nodded.

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

I was waiting for my prey. I’d baited the hook well enough. Sure enough, footsteps rang against the flagstones. Each step was quick, clipped, and angry. Esther stepped into the courtyard, white healer’s coat stiff in the breeze, a strand of auburn hair clinging to her damp cheek. Her hazel eyes were rimmed in red; the smear campaign had taken its toll. But there was still iron in her spine. “You started this,” she said flatly. “The articles. The tags. The lies.”