Novels by Esther Idongesit

Charlotte McCartney By the time I opened my eyes, the car had stopped moving. “We have arrived at our destination Ms Charlotte”, Jason said it felt like he had already said that earlier, but I was not sure exactly. “This is where I say goodbye”, he said, smiling warmly. “We are at the airport now”, I said, more to myself than to him. “We are at the airport now ma’am”, He told me. Obviously, he had not heard me.“Wake up baby, we're here now”, I said, tapping Kelcie lightly. “Wake up my baby”, I added, shaking her a little more vigorously.“Mommy”, she said, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her palms.“Wake up baby you'll have plenty of time to sleep”, I told her, smiling calmly.“Are we there now?” She asked, a little more awake.“Yes baby, we are”, I answered calmly.“yay! We are here!” Kelcie said, fully awake now. Jason held the door open for us as she spoke.“This does not seem like the regular airport, Jason. Or am I mistaken?” I questioned, with raised brows.“You are not mista

Charlotte McCartney“Mommy are you okay?” Kelcie asked, during the course of our ride to the airport.In truth, it was pretty evident that I was not very much interested in the whole display that went on there.“I'm fine Princess”, I smiled, trying to conceal the anxiety and fear which had been aggravated after our appointment with Maketov.“Are you sure mommy?” she inquired further as though it was pretty evident that whatever I seemed to be hiding was not all that hidden.“Mommy is fine my baby”, I said, drawing her to myself this time. It was amazingly soothing holding her in my arms as she wondered exactly what was going on. “Mommy is just a little in doubt”, I explained, minutes into embracing her. “Though it's nothing to worry about, everything is going to be alright”, I added, holding her much tighter to myself.The whole appointment was a total displeasing experience. It was not because of any unpleasant situation or that the workers within the establishment were slightly unb

Charlotte McCartney“Oh that's a very splendid choice Madame, but would you mind if I asked you a question though”, Maskatev said, in an exquisite manner.“Oh no problem”, I said. “Go ahead and ask”, The man was evidently not the kind you denied such indulgence.“Why choose the cream colour?”, he asked a simple question, even though it was not one I had anticipated for at that moment my mind had completely gone somewhere else entirely.“I don't know”, I confessed. “I guess cream suits me a lot better. I like it, it's simple and looks comfortable”, I said trying to give an explanation.“But you haven't even tried it on yet”, he said with a little smile on his lips. “Come on, people get her into that dress for me”, he said and almost as soon as this was said, about five or six attendants hurriedly came to my side and escorted me to the end of the room where the dressing room was. The rest of them stayed back with Kelcie.The girls had me in the dress in no time and before I knew what w

Whitney McCartney “Hi mother”, I said, as I approached her. “Whitney”, Mother replied simply, without taking her eyes off the magazine she seemed to be engrossed in. For some reason though, I did not think she was really interested in the magazine. It felt like she was only acting to be interested in it just so she would avoid talking to me. I know this because I know Mother. If there was anything really intriguing about that magazine she would have been happy to talk about it.“Or maybe there is something intriguing in it and she is just too angry at me to want to tell me about it”, I thought. The thought of this cut me deeply. “This is all because of that stupid Charlotte that just refused to stay where she was supposed to be. I still don't know what was the need to do a wedding to solidify their stupid marriage in the first place. Talk more of making a big deal out of it so much as to come all the way here, to this mansion to inform Mother and try to rub his love for her in eve

Charlotte McCartneyMr Peter Masketov himself along with a chain of assistants were outside waiting by the time we got there. “Mommy is that for us?” Kelcie inquired as soon as we got to where the small crowd of people converged.“I don't know Kelcie, let's see”, I replied, “let's see”, I repeated in my heart. “Alright, let's do this”, I said out loud, as the car revved to a halt, talking to myself much more than I was even telling her. We got out of the car. And set to head on to meet with the small crowd that was already smiling at us, a gesture of goodwill and show of an anticipated presence.“Ma'am”, the driver called back as we were about to join the convergence. “What time will be convenient for me to come back? I already have a time set to return but the boss signified that I inquire if you may want to take out some more time to do some other things before I return to take you to your destination” he said, speaking politely.“The boss, Josh” I thought. Up till now, I had not s

Whitney McCartney For the first time in my life I feel so insignificant. This house, this mansion where I was born, where I have always called home feels like a strange land to me. “What is this?” I asked rhetorically, noticing a fading drawing on a small part of the mansion’s entrance. I walked closer to see what it was. “What is this? Why am I just seeing this?” I asked myself as I stared at the fading image of a lion. “Oh it's probably Grandfather's lion painting, the one mother was planning to have redrawn. So this is where it was?” I thought. I had not noticed it in all the years I had walked past that entrance.“Everything feels so unfamiliar. This unusual silence that is screaming so loudly only began after Charlotte’s uninvited and unwelcome visitation. Why did she have to come here anyway? Why could she not stay where she was? Why did she come here? She should have stayed there, where she belongs, with that broken piece of shit that calls himself Josh”, I thought, angrily.