Esther Coleman Orphan Novels & Stories

Nothing. And this woman was nothing like her. Stella had been thin, quiet, always hovering two steps behind me. Wolfless. She flinched when I raised my voice and apologized when she hadn't done anything wrong. I spent half my time shielding her from my father's household and the other half pretending I didn't want to. Esther Hale walked into a room full of purebloods and told them they were wrong. She had a wolf's scent on her, faint, buried under cheap soap, and a spine Stella never showed me.

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…

As Miles’s campaign manager, I need to always know what we are up against, even if it leads to me reading terrible, triggering things about myself. Crystal hands me the paper with Edward’s post printed on it. I take a moment to read it, carefully keeping my face neutral as my stomach twists so much, I feel like I’m going to be sick. …Esther Owens has twisted my wife against me. They were indeed children at my orphanage, where they had been friends, but Esther always pressured Daphne. Esther was a vicious child, just as she’s a vicious adult, still manipulating my wife just to harm me. In fact, while in the orphanage, Esther prostituted herself. Once I found out, I immediately stopped it…

He visits me whenever he hears that I'm back at the village. I dressed up quickly and went out. It wasn’t Eben. It was Esther, and with her was her sister. Esther was a high school student in her final year, the daughter of grandma's friend. I knew her and everything about her family. Rumour in the community had it that, her father and brothers dabbled in the occult. Her mum had divorced her dad. And her three sisters were married. She was the last born of her mum and dad. Her dad had another wife, but there were no children between them except step children.

Violet nodded to her and took the uniform from her hands. Esther examined Violet from head to toe with both admiration and curiosity. Her beautiful face, flawless white skin, and silky straight blonde hair fascinated her, but she also wondered why her beautiful dress covered in mud and she could see the deep sadness in her beautiful blue eyes. “What's your name?” Esther asked friendly. “My name is Violet Valerina." “Oh, my, your name is as beautiful as your face,” Esther said in a touch of admiration. “My name is Esther Deloria. I'm 20 and how old are you?”

Cole got up, dusted himself off and pushed the beds back together before he walked over to the cupboard and opened it, pulling out a pair of shorts - which he put on - and a button-up shirt which he gave to me. I looked at him questioningly and he shrugged, gesturing to the room. "This used to be the bedroom we shared once Lana was adopted. The old mistress of the orphanage, Miss Olivia, didn't want our presence to be noticed by other kids so she locked us in here when we were sleeping. Now it's rarely used. I prefer to keep Emily out of suspicion so I barely ever come to the orphanage, meeting her across the road at the old church instead." I didn't say anything, my mind struggling to proce

Esther was petite, like Lily but her eyes carried authority and a bite that made her seem anything but the gentle façade her appearance tried to show. I swallowed a subconscious step back. Caterina's eyes shifted from me to Lily, then Cole, then back at me. Chilly grey eyes burning it’s anger into my skull. “You’re leaving without saying hello, cousin, that’s not very nice,” Esther said, her head tilting to the side in question. An almost haunting similarity to Cole's actions. Too long I’ve spent believing I was the only family Cole would ever have but coming here to the Vincenzo family has made me realize that genes and blood relations aren’t something that can easily be dismissed.

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.

She did not want to be bothered but not answering him would be disrespectful. “I will be there.” Angela sighed as her little sister skipped away. Esther reminded her of Kale. She did not want to go but she did not have a choice. *** KALE stepped out of the carriage. There were already a lot of children idling outside the orphanage, waiting for it to be opened. Kale did not expect them to be so much on the first day. She could count about four hundred of them. She was happy she had the chance to change the fate of people like her. She would give them free clothing, shelter, food, and education. They would enjoy all the basic necessities of life, though they did not have parents.

I just stood there for a second, stunned, my brain catching up slowly, because I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Esther grew up with four older brothers, all of them bikers, all of them rough in their own ways, and instead of being the pampered youngest child everyone would expect, she turned out exactly like them, fearless, wild, and completely unapologetic about it. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along before anything else could happen, weaving through the crowd until we found a quieter corner where no one seemed interested in bothering us, and once we settled in, I finally let out a breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding.