This Esme Age Novels & Stories

She had made it explicit that she would come to me when she was ready to talk and I didn't want to push her away by being too forward. Does she remember what happened? Does she remember that I was there or did the dream state only appear to me and Avery was unconscious through it all? I sighed. “At this rate, you'll age faster than me.” I heard Esme say and I turned to look at her. I gave a helpless smile, she was the one who knew all I had been going through. “What do you mean? You've always looked so young.” I replied and she just smiled. I knew better than to talk about a woman's ageing process. Even though I couldn't focus, that didn't mean I couldn't think.

"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.

"What do you mean my real age and name? My name really is Esra, and I am 26. Why would you even think... wait, who did you think I was?" "I don't know, a 500-year-old witch or something." "For the love of God, I am not a witch!" She screamed my ears off, and I fought the urge to laugh. "A witch and vampire and God in the same sentence, how does that work?" Esra pursed her lips and glared at me. "Okay, I'll stop." I raised my hands in surrender.

The Maren territory sat two days east, smaller than the Northern Sanctuary, its pack structure modest but functional, and she arrived with Xander and a small escort, deliberately understated, wanting the visit to feel like recognition rather than spectacle. The eldest Maren daughter, now twenty-nine, met her at the territory's gate. Her name was Esme, and she carried herself with the specific careful composure of someone who had spent years aware that her bloodline made her valuable to people who didn't see her as a person.

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

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.