The Books Of Esther Novels & Stories

"My prince, I am so sorry. Please excuse me. Your father, that is to say the king, ordered a rush on all things relating to the Fellstar Prophecy and because of this and well frankly the lack of seers, I have been rushing around in an attempt to have everything prepared before you got here. Which now I can see was a waste of time as I'm not even half done and you are standing right here." I laugh to myself as the young woman babbles on. "It's fine." I say. "No rush. By the looks of it, it will take me a while to read all of the ones you have here. So if you will just allow me to pick these up, is there a place I can set up to study?" "Y-y-yes" She says and points to a small nook just off the

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Esther’s POV The hall outside Nicholas’s office smelled of cedar and iron, the scent of him. Even after six years, it still crawled under my skin. I kept telling myself I wasn’t here to plead or to crawl. I was here for Carl. I paused before the huge carved doors, palms sweating despite the cold. Inside, the Alpha King would be hunched behind his desk, probably reading reports with the same grim focus he used to break me down. He’d be expecting weakness.

Esther guessed it! ***

Her father smirks at this point but still doesn't look up from his food. "Bible text? "He questions again and Esther feels like fainting. She has already started sweating on her lower back although the air conditioner is on full blare. She isn't one who is familiar with the bible although her lack of knowledge about the bible is better than Derrick's. He doesn't even know up to eleven books of the bible. "It.. Um... It skipped my mind. I will have to look back into my jotter to give that answer." She replies. Fumbling with her spoon in her fingers.

Could these books really help him win Esther back? - Esther returned to her hospital room angrily, throwing herself onto the bed and punching the pillow. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the sketch she had just drawn. Suddenly, she bolted upright from the bed. She rushed to the window and glanced downstairs at Bradley. Her face turned deathly pale, and her lips were devoid of any color.

Esther was in her living room, late in the cool evening, and leisurely watching a program with the lights dimmed. Ever since Karen travelled, she found herself having more nights where she lounged alone, chasing some level of entertainment before she bowed out of the fight in retirement to bed.

Esther pov—— Esther's heart raced as she dialed Xavier's number, her mind racing with urgency. She knew she had to warn him about Alpha Calvin's plans, but time was running out. As the phone rang, her anxiety grew, hoping that Xavier would answer before it was too late. "Esther? Is everything alright?" Xavier's voice came through the line, filled with concern. "Xavier, it's Esther," she said, her voice urgent. "You have to listen to me. Alpha Calvin has invited you for a private meeting, but it's a trap. He has ulterior motives, Xavier. You must not go."

With the preparations for the festive taking Anna and her staff’s full focus the week before the event, she had little time for distractions. After Fred finished the edits, adding the final chapter to Vashti’s Daughter, which explained in detail the death of Queen Esther, Darius’ efforts to destroy the book and the subsequent cancellation of the marriage, Anna sent the galley to pre- publication.

Esther I really should’ve listened to Dominic when he told me not to go outside. My nose picks up Henry’s scent, the scent of mildew, dust, trees and a lot of pollen. I slowly open my eyes, and Henry is the first thing I see. He is sitting on the other side of the table, his eyes on his phone. I try to move my hands, but they are tied to my back. “Well, well, well, Princess Esther,” he says in his British accent. He doesn’t look up from his phone, but he is looking at me through his peripheral vision. “The love of my life.“