Chipettes Eleanor Novels & Stories

“Eleanor…” Cass slowly closed her eyes. “No… That can’t be right.” ******* The room remained silent after everyone saw Eleanor’s name on the Project Shepherd list. Eleanor Hartwell — Active. Maya read it again. “It has to be wrong.” Felix immediately began photographing every page before anyone touched the file. Marcus studied the document. “I’ve known Eleanor for over thirty years. If she’s part of Project Shepherd, then everything we’ve believed about her is false.”

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

“Good morning, Elise! Today’s another busy day. This morning, you have a photoshoot with Glamour Elite magazine. In the afternoon, you’ll be heading to the set of 'Shattered Dreams.' And this evening, you need to attend the launch party for the 'Luxe Enchanté' fashion brand.” Elise let out a deep breath but maintained her smile, setting her coffee cup down on the table. “Sounds wonderful, Natalie!” “Yes, I know you'll do great,” Natalie replied with a smile, her eyes shining with confidence. Natalie quickly helped Elise prepare the necessary accessories. With her usual meticulousness, Natalie selected refined and elegant items that perfectly matched Elise's style. Together, they double-check

Eileen opened her eyes and looked around. She was tied to a chair. In front of her was a table, and on the table was a cup of coffee that had gone cold. Sapphire sat opposite her, swirling a glass of champagne. Eileen said, “Mrs. Maxwell, is this how you treat me to a cup of coffee?” “Haha, is there any difference?” Sapphire took a sip of the champagne and after she put down the glass, she pushed at the cup of cold coffee.

Her silence was more terrifying than her anger. The morning of the gala, I was in my office, trying to focus on a speech I had to give. My door opened and Eleanor walked in. She did not sit. She stood in front of my desk, her hands clasped in front of her. "I found her," she said without preamble. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "Michelle Wood. She lives in a small apartment in Queens. She works as a waitress. She is twenty two years old. She has no family in the city."

Amy insisted, grabbing Eleanor’s wrist and guiding her directly toward the decorated high table, “I have the best seats saved for us.” Eleanor allowed herself to be led toward the main elevated pavilion, but a deep sense of unease settled in her stomach. She found it so incredibly weird that Amy, who was normally inseparable from Brittany, was suddenly being so overwhelmingly nice to her, pulling out her chair and personally offering her rare imported snacks and artisan pastries. “Here, try these imported French macarons,” Amy urged, pushing a silver tray forward, “They were flown in fresh.” “Thank you,” Eleanor murmured as she looked around, deeply hoping her own best friend, Ari, would arr

"He’s not looking at a manifest, Jillian. Look closer." Jillian shifted those sharp, analytical eyes past the fuel slips to the guest docks, where a sleek, beautifully restored wooden sailboat from the opposite side of the cove had just moored. Standing on the deck, securing a heavy marine cleat, was a young woman with sun-bleached hair, wearing a grease-stained canvas apron over her shorts. She was the local shipwright’s apprentice from the northern ridge—Eleanor. Leo was standing on the dock just a few feet away, holding a clipboard, entirely frozen. When Eleanor looked up, wiping a streak of dark grease from her forehead and offering him a bright, unabashed smile, the brilliant young prog

"Eleanor will be interviewing for that team soon.” Now both of them had left their table and were standing beside mine. My stomach dropped. He'd noticed me. Of course he'd noticed me. How long had I been staring like some creepy stalker? I didn't know what I would say if they asked to sit here. "Eleanor, this is Charlie," Sebastian continued, gesturing to the woman. "My assistant. The one you've been corresponding with." "Oh." I blinked at her, my brain trying to reconcile the efficient, businesslike emails with this elegant woman. "I'm so sorry, I thought—based on the tone and the name, I assumed you were—"

Elena smiled sweetly and covered my hands with hers. Tina stared at her. “Sure you will, doll, until next week.” Elena’s smile widened. “Are you going to scan those chips, or are you going to crinkle them? Because if you’re picking the latter, I’d prefer a new bag.” I bit the inside of my lip to stop my laughter exploding out of me. Tina scanned the chips and dumped them at the end. Elena scooted us forward and placed them and the marshmallows in a bag.

Eleanor sat at the head, diamonds flashing. Charlotte was already there, in ice-blue chiffon, hair swept up, neckline plunging. She looked like a bride who’d lost her groom. She smiled when she saw Adrian (soft, hopeful). “Adrian,” she said, standing. “I wanted to apologise for earlier. I was… overwhelmed.” She moved toward him, hand extended. He didn’t take it. Charlotte’s smile wavered. Eleanor gestured to the seats. “Please. Let’s eat like civilised people.”