This Esme Age Novels & Stories

“Doesn’t matter. I want to know everything about her.” “She’s nothing but a slave. A wolfless slave too,” the girl said viciously. Esme wasn’t wolfless I saw her shift myself. “Her mother’s the biggest slave around her. She’s been a slave since she was sixteen. Esmeray’s such a clown she’s almost been kicked out of the mansion since she was six years old. I’m sorry if she’s bothered you Alpha. I’ll make sure she’s reprimanded.” “You won’t do that,” I made sure my words struck her bones.

Her surrounding friends cheered her. I got to my feet and was about to tell her who I was related to when Jessica appeared. “What’s going on here?” she yelled. “I was just educating your friends as to their position in life,” Esme smirked. “It’s the same as yours, beneath me and everyone else in this school. You are all trash, and even then. I think that’s too good a term for you all.” She threw her head back, laughing.

She did not want to make the same mistake with Esme. “Ros,” Esme’s excited screech reached my ears, and I whirled around to look. Esme looked more like Mama—a lot like me—than she did her father. Blonde hair, button nose and small pouty lips. Her eye colour was somewhere between amber and hazel. She jumped down the stairs, sprinted toward me and hugged me, her height below my waist. “I missed you.” No matter what Mama had done, Esme was an innocent six-year-old who knew nothing about the world we grew up in, and I did not want her to know either, because only the ones who lived in it knew of its troubles and burdens.

Growing up I always dreamed of the times I'd find my sole mate and I'd find it the most beautiful thing in the world, with no complications and nothing but love and affection from the very beginning, oh how wrong I was to assume that. "I don't insult. And besides my grams and Gramps are coming this weekend I thought I should prepare you" I say while kissing the inside of her neck. Since Esme has been a lot more open and wanting to speak she's had a fan of children who seek her out so she can play and she loves it. 18 years old but she's much more mature than other women I've seen before. "I know. And I'm good" she fired back which made me jump my head up in shock. When the blooming heck did

’ [STATUS WINDOW] - Name: Esme - Race: Half-Elf (Human and Elf) - Class: Commoner (F-Tier) - Level: 1 (91.34% EXP) - Life Force: 2/100 {Critical} - Mana Level: 50/200 {Partially Locked} - Combat Ability: 3 {Locked} - Stat Points: 0 - Skills (Exclusive): [Absolute Appraisal] - Skills (Non-Exclusive): [Grand Magic Mastery]. [Grand Magic Application]. - Alignment: Neutral Good

Esme eyed my necklace and scrunched her face, before helping me unbuckle my white gladiator sandals. "Seriously, Lenora, it's your birthday and not an ass parade. Don't tell me you're still on to your stupid plan of seducing a man old enough to be your dad?" I stopped laughing and threw her a poker face. "Okay, first of all, I don't plan to seduce anyone. My outfit isn't that bad, and secondly, CJ isn't old." "He's twenty years older than you. Don't be delusional." I groaned, frustrated that Esme didn't understand that I couldn't control my feelings.

Esme smiles softly, “I’m always here to serve you at any time Mr Moretti. What can I do for you?” I return her smile, nodding at her words, Esme has been one of my loyal staff and she's been working under my family since I was a teenager. She tries her best to provide her good services to my family even with knowledge of how dangerous we are, she's done so much for us. She's a strong woman and I admire her for it. I should consider giving her another raise. “Have something quick and rejuvenating made for Eliana.” She nods, “Anything specific, sir?”

They were probably in their late forties but managed to look almost a decade younger. “Mum, dad” Esme exclaimed as she threw herself into a hug with them while smiling. Her parents hugged her back, matching her energy as they smiled at the reunion. I almost felt like an outsider just standing there, staring and ruining their moment. I smiled awkwardly when their eyes fell on me. “And you must be Eva” Mr lightwood said, “Yes sir” “Oh, call me Ralph, sir makes me sound like I'm 50” “But you'll be 50 in two years dad” Esme pointed out

“Elder Esme, I wasn’t expecting you.” “That much is evident,” Esme replied evenly, her tone neither sharp nor gentle. She rose slowly from her chair with the help of her cane, her joints moving with deliberate grace that belied her age. Her eyes moved between Kayla and me once more, studying our faces as though searching for something. Kayla shifted under the scrutiny, her fingers curling into the fabric of her clothes while I forced myself not to fidget like I always did when nervous. My wolf bristled slightly at being inspected so openly, but I kept my expression as neutral as possible.

Esme’s eyes get big, and her mouth hangs open. “OH! MY! GODDESS!” Esme starts to jump up and down, dancing around me. Her excitement is almost contagious. “Why aren’t you happier?! Why aren’t you dancing around?!” I fight the smile that threatens to bloom on my face. I’m supposed to be cautiously optimistic. Esme is making it hard to keep from falling into the excitement of the bond.