This Esme Age Novels & Stories

he pleaded. Esme couldn't bring herself to refuse Sebastian, even though she couldn't see a future with Noah anymore. "I will think about it" she replied. Sebastian smiled brightly. At 6 feet height and At his late fifties, Sebastian was also an ex marine who retired early after his wife passed away. David and Sebastian used to be colleagues and were always good friends. "I know you will not dissapoint me" he replied fondly. Esme gave him a forced smile. She remembered one of the reasons why she came to visit him.

My nerves hummed beneath my skin—the break-in, the board meeting, the constant shadow of Damian but Asher’s presence grounded me, as always. Esme arrived precisely on time. She was a striking woman in her mid-forties, with sharp features, short silver-streaked dark hair, and an aura of quiet confidence that commanded the room without effort. Her partner, Morgan—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a calm, observant demeanor followed a step behind. Esme had a reputation I’d researched quickly: a former high-ranking detective who had left the force after a high-profile case to found her own private investigation firm. She charged premium rates but delivered results that justified every penny.

She’s 27, a year younger than Mason, but she could easily pass for younger, which is why she blends in so well with my friends. I'm turning twenty in a few months. "When did you meet Jace, anyway?" I ask, adjusting the dress and brushing away imaginary lint. Esme smirks and takes a sip of her wine. "Last month. At a teacher’s meeting. Mason took me along, and we instantly hit it off with Jace. He and Mason were like best buds from the start. We went out afterward and ran into Ramon," she explains. I nod. "Ah yeah... Remember the teacher’s conference?" I ask with a knowing smile. Esme grins. "The one when you threw that party?"

Esme said, a familiar glint shining in her eyes. “Are you sure you should be drinking around this time of the day?” I didn’t add the “at your age” part because Esme could pull my ears off if I said that. Propping both hands on her waist, she questioned. “What else are we supposed to do while we chat? Look into the sky?”

Tessa’s POV “Sorry, I’m late,” Esme said as she rushed into the living room. “I hope I didn’t miss anything. I was just cleaning up the neighboring town and making sure nobody remembered anything.” “You are right on time,” Emmet said, giving her an affectionate smile. I didn’t miss the fact that Esme was blushing from his words. I raised my brows at her and her eyes widened at my expression. I wanted to ask her questions about her relationship with the witch doctor, but I knew now was not a good time.

Brought By Fate: "Promise me, you will hide her and keep the truth from her. I never want her to know what she is or where she came from." Esme's mother begged on her deathbed as she handed her infant child over to her friends. "Raise her as your own, please!" She had spent years running, hoping to find a way out of the deal she had made with a demon that would cost her not only her life but her only child's freedom once she turned 18.

I asked. “No, the one that foretold my death,” Esme retorted, stunning me. “What?” I asked after a moment of pause. Esme sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Selene looked down, pressing her lips together to form a thin line. “There was a prophecy that foretold my death. I will not live past the age of 80,” she explained. My heart stopped in my chest as I stared at her; she was serious. “And I’m 79 now,” she continued.

, and who's that? "She's my kid sister, her name is Sonia....hey Sonia meet my friend Esme" "Hi my name is Esme am 13, both I and your sister are about the same age, how old are you?? "Am 8" Sonia said shyly "Okay Sonia would you like to rock up" she asked "But I don't know how to play" "Don't worry I will teach you" Esme smile at her "She's friendly" Suzanne whisper to Sonia .... "Esme??? Darcie said and hug her

That was all I could say as my eyes shifted between them. They immediately stopped making those snickering noises as they stood up and introduced themselves one by one. Prince Esmaeel was the eldest. Prince Esmond was the second. Esriel, who was with me, was the third one, followed by Prince Esegar. And then Prince Esaias was the youngest. Esaias was twenty-eight. He was eight years older than me. While the oldest, Esmael, was thirty-eight. They had two to three years in between them.

Zara said. Esme considered this. "That is a long way to say what I said," she said. Zara looked at her younger daughter. Three and a half years old and already editing for concision. "You're right," Zara said. "So it holds more weight." Esme nodded, satisfied. "Good," she said. She went to investigate the bridge's progress. Caleb appeared beside Zara. He had seen the exchange. "She edits," he said. "She does," Zara said.