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.

Eleya saw the crab as well and watched as it raised its claws before looking back at the road, conveying some sort of message. Isuzu and Eleya are lifelong friends who are living in an orphanage called the Holy Infant Orphanage located near the neutral town of Glenn Vista. It is an orphanage that housed children who were once parents of sailors and colonists who never came back. Isuzu Harukawa is a sixteen-year-old half-Japanese girl who was brought in at the age of just ten months; she is the oldest orphan in the orphanage. She has short dark hair, brown eyes, and yellowish skin. And Eleya, just like Isuzu, was also brought in at the age of ten months and is the second oldest orphan at the

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.

“I’m just a thrown-away orphan kicked out by the Davenier family. What right do I have to save you?” Esther snapped at her, but kept listening to try to catch the location. “Let your so-called good friends save you. I’m almost dying myself, I don’t have the ability to save you!”

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