Esther Coleman Novels & Stories

It feels like the days before a big storm where the air is close and humid. It feels like something big is about to happen. I see less of Ethan during the week than I did in my first few days here. It is partially because I’m spending my time in the kitchens. When I first arrived here, someone made a comment about the cook, Mrs. McDonald, being like a dragon, and they were not wrong. She is truly a formidable woman—with greying hair and a sharp tongue. She is constantly shouting at me. Her hatred doesn’t come from the fact that I am human; rather that I am incompetent in the kitchen. I have no idea how to make a stew, I burn the bread, and I’m constantly knocking things over.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

Reporters and journalists had cameras ready to capture this momentous moment. Edna was curious, too, because she didn't know the truth. So she immediately turned to ask Kaylin when suddenly Kaylin's face was pale and seemed uncomfortable. "Hey, do you know about this?" "I don't remember either, but apparently my father mentioned Esther's mother once and said she was a ballet dancer. It's just that I didn't think at the time that the unknown woman was Rowan Amber." Kaylin thought her appearance today would attract everyone's attention, but she didn't expect Esther to really be the one to get the attention she craved.

Kizzy, Rocio and I waited with bated breath for Esther to blow our cover, but instead, she did the opposite: "Right, Missus Taima. That's exactly right." The Coterie was surprised; Esther was a tender soul, incapable of hurting a fly; loved fried plantains and okra. Took her prayer seriously. Never hurt anyone's feelings. Now, she was lying straight to her priestess. Kizzy commended her silently, but I knew that it really affected her. Mama wanted to continue interrogating us, but the rest of the Coterie seemed convinced; they thought Esther was just traumatized by what she saw. And she was, but the story didn't stick all together.

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.”

Severe, elegant, with cold eyes I recognized from a dozen boardroom photos. Dr. Liana Cole. Former Chief of Biomedical Applications for Stromwell Enterprises. A name buried in the footnotes of the Census scandal. She had vanished after the collapse. She spoke directly to the camera, her voice crisp and devoid of emotion. "Audrey Richards. Luther Vance. You have been busy tending your garden. Cultivating your truth. Admirable. While you played therapist to the world, you forgot to check the basement." The camera panned to a wall of vintage servers, their lights blinking in a familiar, rhythmic sequence. A sequence that mirrored the harmonic key of my mother’s lullaby.

Then he throws off his clothes and enters her, moving in the rhythm of the love that he felt for her, moaning her name, telling her how much she meant to him in between until both of them cum in an explosion of ecstasy and collapse drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. Esther steps out of the house. She wants to distract herself from the thoughts of Brent with Lilia and she felt that the best way to do it was to start working on her plan to get Lilia’s blood. She drives to the nearest hospital where Lilia usually went for her regular check-ups, according to her medical reports, and asks for the supervisor. Soon, she finds the office, enters, and notices that he is a relatively young man. He

he stated, as if they were on a date and getting to know each other. "What would you like to know?" Leah frowned when her voice came out breathy and seductive. Since when do I talk like a $2 whore? She cleared her throat, smiled and started again. "Well, I am the oldest of five, and I live with my father and four younger brothers. My mother died ten years ago, so there is a severe lack of estrogen in the house." Ray chuckled and raised one eyebrow. "That must make things difficult when you want to bring males home."

Steven told Mateo. Mateo pulled his eyebrows together, “Wait – if she passed away – who was he trying to reach? Her family?” He asked. “Esther didn’t have a family. She died alone in her house. Although, I did find something interesting. Esther had a child,” Steven told Mateo, making him go stiff. Mateo didn’t need to know anything else – he understood everything. He had the file open, but he slammed it shut and cursed loudly before he pushed the file back and angrily got on his feet.

he roared. Meanwhile, Esther—now the largest shareholder of Nova Entertainment—was working under Judy’s name after signing a high-stakes profit-sharing contract with Chairman Yale. She had already greenlit three major dramas, and one of them was in the casting stage. The director had asked her to come have a look. Just as she was about to head out, her phone buzzed. Adrian Lewis. “Esther, Evander’s been looking for you like crazy. I’m almost out of excuses. Seriously, just tell him already. You saved someone, not murdered them. What’s there to hide?”