Isle Of Esme Novels & Stories

It is hard to imagine that any living being would have survived or that any infrastructure would have withstood the impact. Peter interrupts my gloomy thoughts, “So, what’s your prognosis on our current position, Ingoran?” “The parallel storm will dissipate, then we’ll limp towards Earth and hope our boosters will give us the capacity to bring us down to the surface in one piece.” Ingoran gives a hollow laugh. “Or at least the piece that remains intact.” I search his mind for any glimmer of hope but find none. “I’m really sorry about your companions,” Ashmor says sympathetically.

Her pain was so severe, that she fell on to her knees. Julie on the other hand is watching everything with satisfaction. 'This is just the beginning Esme. By the time I am done with you, David will be rolling in his grave with grief' she thought. As her work is finished, she walked away as if nothing happened. On the other hand, Esme is feeling as if her head is about to break from inside out. Her mind started to conjure a few memories from her past. How little 5 year old Esme tried to reach for a fish from their small boat. How the boat tilted to aside at her sudden movement. How her mother lost her balance and fell on the same side which was tilted, resulting in the boat flipping sideways.

Esme said, softly. As we finally neared the main road and a passing taxi came into view, I let her down gently. “Yeah I know.” I murmured. “And don't think that you don't have a family. You have me.” Esme said, her words slurring slightly. She was still tipsy. She leaned into me, her eyes fluttering shut, and before I could react, her soft lips collided with mine. Her kiss tastes sweet, fueled with a strong desire. I instinctively pulled her away from me. “Emily— Esme, you're drunk. You don't know what you’re doing right now.”

My phone rang. "Hello?" "Grace…" Charles breathed, his voice thick with uncertainty. "Is Eason still there?" "Yes... Esme's using him like a search engine." He chuckled. "Tell him thanks, and I'll add to his stipend. I know the good stuff is expensive on the island."

"Feeling better?" "Oh much, thank you." I smiled and then turned my attention to Esme. "Hello, it's so nice to meet you." "It is lovely to meet you!" Esme exclaimed as she walked forward to give me a small hug. She wasn't much taller than me, and her hair was copper with tones of gold and brown, almost a richer shade compared to my fiery red. "You have such a lovely home, and that piano in the entrance!" My head sat over my heart as it swelled when I mentioned the piano.

“Ashandi would like me to arrange for her to travel to the New New England Colonies. She has cousins there.” Madison nodded, head still reeling, but somehow able to hold up her end of the conversation. “She’s mentioned N.N.E. before.” “Esme simply wants to go home, but I plan to buy her a house in her village.” She smiled. “I’m sure she’ll like that. She’s been talking about raising a family and fishing.” He laughed. “I have a difficult time imagining Esme fishing.” Madison grinned. “As do I, but apparently, she’s quite skilled at hooking salmon.”

So, he reluctantly nodded to her order. Isabel took a backward glance at her parents one last time and smiled at them before jogging out of the house. She drove towards the pack border because that was the only place in the Pride pack that had an abandoned warehouse. She only hopes her guess is right because at this rate, her mind is slowly going blank. Isabel was driving at full speed so she could get there sooner, and luckily there were no other cars on the road that would cause a delay or become victims of her excessive speed, which meant she had nothing to worry about besides getting to her destination.

She is hurt, scared and alone, I have no idea where she is or how to get to her. “Feel for her.” Esme instructs. “Liberty? Sweetheart? I’m coming.” I call out to her over our link, desperate for any kind of response. Instinct leads me to the west and my feet follow of their own accord. As I pass through a thinning section of trees I can almost see the beach, and onto the horizon, just above the treetops are sails and a mast. It’s not one of Kendrick’s ships, it’s one of ours. Further to the west I see great clouds of black smoke rising out of the trees.

The old man smiled wryly and replied, "You're right. The islands near Celesta Rain Island do have micro celestial veins, but they also receive radiation from the main islands' aura essence, making the density of aura essence quite high." "I’ve checked the island rental records for a more secluded and quieter place, as per your requirements. I found only one island that fits: Lumia Isle, located 7,200 km southwest of Celesta Rain Island." "A small island?" Adrian smiled. "Isn't that even better?" The old man, seeing Adrian's apparent ignorance, candidly explained, "But it only has a micro celestial vein, so no one has lived there for a long time. What do you think?"

The name felt familiar, and the sight of him stirred something deep within her. Julio stepped closer, his hands shaking. “Esme… it’s me. Julio.” Esme’s breath hitched. Flashes of memories, fragmented and blurry, flooded her mind. A young man’s laughter, stolen moments of joy, whispered promises under moonlight… and then pain, betrayal, and fire.