When Did Esther Try To Kill Elena Novels & Stories

I had a name to protect. After seeing that I had no intention of fighting back, Eleanor smiled in triumph. Giovanni seemed to realize he'd gone too far. He reached out to help me, but Eleanor clung to him and whimpered, "Giovanni, Estella pushed me… my foot hurts so bad…" Her tears came on cue, drawing the attention of those nearby. Whispers and glances began circling around me. "Isn't that the Vinci family's eldest daughter? She can't attract a man herself, so she takes it out on her sister for being the one men actually want? That's just too much!"

But God, that night had been incredible. Elena had been so genuine, so real. No fake flattery, no gold digging, no games. Just two broken people finding comfort in each other. Elena had left the next morning before he woke up. She'd written a note thanking him then disappeared and he left for Lysandria afterwards. Two days later, the second assassination attempt had happened. This one had been more serious. His enemies had blown up his car with him in it.

What could I possibly say that would make the situation better. I halted infront of the crowd, even the atmosphere of the Pack was sad and in mourning. "The last six hours was the most crucial hours of our lives where we had to battle against fate itself. Everyone here was a part of that fight and the curse we had to fight every day in the last fifty years is finally broken, but it wasn't without a price…" I inhaled tiredly, while Vittorio took over. "...We definitely won but it certainly does feel like we lost this war against fate. Esther is dead and your luna is badly hurt as well. In short, we lost. Esther and my mate did everything, even willing to sacrifice their lives to ensure we wer

No one can ever run away from me without my permission. Once in my room, I sat down close to her caressing her cold bloody body. "My lovely Elena, who asked you to kill yourself," I ripped her skin with my claws in anger. "You pathetic witch, how dare you sleep in peace after taunting my dreams? I will never forgive you my lovely Elena. I hope you don't mind me keeping you here with me. Sadly, you are bound to me forever my love," I cackled evilly as I stroked each part of her body.

I instantly dropped the healer, and he began to gasp for breath. “Esther has been poisoned and we are trying to get it out of her body. We are trying our best, my Luna and I demand that you let us do our work. If we fail, then she might not make it…” Another one told me as he came to help the man I had held. The ringing in my head suddenly stopped as Esther’s words returned to me. They were saying she had been poisoned and she mentioned Selena getting to her. My hands tightened as anger as deep as the depth of hell filled my body. I was not going to spare even a single hair on her head. “Guards!”

The queen and her daughter nodded. When he peered at the screen, he had a sharp breath. Antonella and her daughter shot disturbed glances at each other. Adrian shut his eyes, now he was being pulled in two directions. He rose up and walked over to the other end of the room, not wanting to sadden them the more with what he was going to say. “Estella is dead!” --------------------- Estella’s POV EIGHT YEARS LATER I sat at the couch before me looking out at the evening sun which sets over the lake before the penthouse. I look at my house and smile in satisfaction.

"Esther, have you seen his face clearly?" Liliane was somewhat too full of herself. She even wanted Esther to kill Felix in front of her. When Esther killed Felix, she would tell Esther that Felix was her own son. She would kill her by stabbing her heart! Nothing could be more perfect than that! "Kill him if you're that capable!" Liliane leaned close to Esther's ear and spoke using a very low voice, like a demon enticing a kind angel. "Unfortunately, you dare not! A useless person like you can't do it!"

“Your real grandmother. I’ve been looking for you your whole life.” The girl doesn’t say a word. She just stares. Across the clearing, a scream shatters the moment. Maya has Esther pinned, a knife at her throat. “Call off your people.” Maya’s voice is steely. “Call them off or I swear—” Esther laughs, blood on her teeth. “Call them off? They’re not mine. They never were.” She glances at Damian. “Elena’s network doesn’t end with me. You think this is over? You believe a few names on a list will bring them down?”

And Elena would make good use of it. “How did you kill Cory?” she asked, “We knew somebody has been helping you all the time, Lennie. Tell me the truth or the deal is off. To be frank, we don’t need the snow to stop.” She smirked deliberately, “it was nice to take a break and appreciate the beautiful winter view.” Lennie fell into silence again. Elena knew she was struggling. It was a war between the princess’s greediness and conscience. Eventually, the conscience won, seemingly.

Elgar asked. Theo showed a photo of a small urn containing cremated ashes with the name Carista Vanesha in a funeral home. Elgar rubbed his face roughly, unable to believe the reality that the girl he sought and loved had already passed away. "Does this mean my efforts were in vain? I didn't expect to lose so quickly, I lost in time, I lost in my own selfishness." Elgar took a final sip of the beer bottle, then summoned a female servant into his room. No one could refuse Elgar; if he wanted it, they had to serve him.