Esther Wojcicki Books Novels & Stories

“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.”

Esther’s days had been bumpy for a while before they went back to being usual. She didn’t spot Asher much at the school although her ears were full of gossips on him. Apparently, he had beaten up two of school’s teachers the other day. Luke and Julia didn’t approach her either. That was slightly disappointing, but at this point, Esther was used to it. Even her siblings went back to barely acknowledging her presence. Esther felt lonely but not enough to cry over it. After making a purchase at the local bookstore, she was carrying the books home when she heard a soft cry. At that, she looked down to see a bird’s nest.

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.”

So I say, "I can't tell you all the details, but the truth is, Esther took me from the Art House because she thought you would hurt me there. She just wanted to save me—" "And she has a people." It was hard for me to keep a secret from him, especially since his eyes seem to be telling me, I will be hurt if I don't tell the truth. So, I told him, "Esther is powerful, she has the ability to gather people and based on what I see, it seems like you, she has enemies too and if you remember the other day, when we were almost in danger—she almost risked her life just to protect me—she knows those wolves. They are enemies. That day, you and Travis actually save us, so it's no wonder why she has wolv

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.

Esther crossed her arms above her breast. So what if he is handsome? She doesn’t care if she’s surrounded by ugly people as long as she can achieve her dream to be one of the top interior designers in the nation. “Ms Wagner, the CEO is waiting for you!” Mr Jensen came out after Maverick called him to send Esther to his office right away. “Sir, yes, sir,” Esther nervously picked up her box and walked toward the elevator. Esther took a deep breath before going out of the elevator.

Esther consented, her reservations disappearing as Chadwick threatened Felix. Chadwick scoffed. "A stubborn piece of trash that refuses a friendly gesture and chooses the hard way? Disgraceful!" He then left the room, each step filled with audacity and contempt. In Capitus, Chadwick had the power to act as he pleased. Esther knew that if she provoked him, he could harm Felix. Her child was her weak spot and her ultimate boundary. When Chadwick threatened her with Felix, Esther had no choice but to comply. She retreated under her bed covers as if they could somehow drown out her sorrow.

Esther was walking home from work when she noticed a black G-Wagon following her. She stopped to see if the car would stop too, but it didn't. Instead, it drove past her. She started moving again, not knowing the car had parked somewhere ahead, waiting for her to pass so they could follow her. She arrived home, not knowing the car had followed her straight to her house. When she noticed them, they drove away. She opened the door. "Hi, Mom. How are you doing?"

She stumbles onto her feet, “Mia, what are you doing? Please stop, it’s hurting Lilia. You need to stop.” “Shut up!” “I don’t understand. It is about me and my sister. If I’m telling you to stop...” “About you and your sister?” Mia laughs sarcastically, “It was never about you and your sister girl or you think I would risk my life for it? It is about me and my powers.” Esther’s head is throbbing. She walks slowly to her sister’s coffin and notices that she was slowly turning back to her normal self. She was less gray. She looks back at Mia and says, “But- but it’s working on her...”

The adoption isn’t a secret, so some have latched onto that, saying Esther, of an unknown background, could be the daughter of a criminal. “Those genes get passed down,” says an ignorant comment on a post. Miles, logged in under a secret account, down votes everything he can find that talks badly about Esther. It’s a lot, and takes up most of his morning. Near lunchtime, Miles is so fired up that he logs into his main accounts to publically post on Esther’s behalf. Esther Owens is a smart, capable woman who has been pivotal to any success I’ve gained over this campaign. Any attacks against her are untrue, unjustified, and disingenuous.