Chipettes Eleanor Novels & Stories

Susan stepping inside. Eleanor’s eyes widened. She froze, recognition flickering when she looked at the older woman. “Who… who are you?” Mrs. Susan’s smile was cold, mocking. “It’s been a long time, Eleanor. Do you not recognize me? I always wondered… if your life had improved after you threw me out. I see it hasn’t.” “You…You people…” Eleanor stammered, but Mr. Harper cut her off. “Mr. Choi,” he called to his assistant, who had just entered. “Tell me. What was the first item on today’s meeting agenda?”

“I knew you would come around.” Eleanor had taken a shower. She was wearing a black maxi and had no shoes on. “I bumped into one of the girls working here. I wandered and lost my way. I couldn’t locate the kitchen so when I asked her for directions, she snubbed me like a plaque and walked past me.” Eleanor supplied with her hands resting on the counter. Sylvia sighed and grabbed the cookie board. “She’s chubby and has red curly hair I guess.” “Yes.” Sylvia shook her head. “It’s Shane. She’s always moody.”

I recognized some names from society pages—wives of senators, CEOs, old-money families whose ancestors had built New York. And sitting at the far end, looking perfectly composed in a peach-colored dress, was Mia. Our eyes met briefly. She gave me a small smile that didn't reach her eyes, then looked away. "Ladies, you know Celine, of course," Eleanor said as I took my seat. "Hunter's lovely girlfriend and mother of my grandson." There were murmurs of acknowledgment, but something in their tone made my skin crawl. Too sweet, unnatural, like a sweetener that left a bitter aftertaste.

Suddenly, Eleanor lifts herself up slightly on my lap, her fingers reaching down to deliberately pinch my nipple through my shirt. "Anor..." I warn hoarsely. Before the reprimand can leave my mouth, her lips crash hungrily against mine, her flare dress raised up as her cunt grinds directly against the rigid length of my cock. She deepens the kiss with a wicked, teasing authority. I hold her closer to my frame, my hands anchoring her hips as I barely hear a single word Carlton is saying over the phone. "He flatly refused that timeline. He said this weekend is the absolute latest he will wait before moving to our competitors." I drop the phone onto the desk, completely intending to pull Eleano

She had a glass of champagne in front of her and the expression she wore when she was assessing something. Vivienne had arrived on time. This was notable—Vivienne was not known for punctuality, had built a career on being fashionably late, but she was making an effort tonight, and Elijah saw that and appreciated it. She sat next to Eleanor and ordered champagne and leaned in to say something that made Eleanor smile, which was not nothing.

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“I only need you to lend me one chip.” Don asked, “How much?” I smiled faintly. “Just… one dollar.” I immediately felt every gaze in the casino snap toward me at once. Alessandro Moretti looked at me for a long moment. “As you wish.” The casino doors opened. Four bodyguards walked in. One of them carried a single one-dollar chip in his hand. Lucien looked at the chip and burst out laughing. I reached out and took it. But in the next second— Lucien suddenly grabbed it from my hand.

Eleanor appeared from across the room, spotted us, and began moving toward us with the purpose of someone who had something to say and intended to say it. “Incoming,” I said. “I see her,” he said. She arrived with two glasses of champagne and the expression of someone who had organized an engagement party and was having the best time of her life about it. “Speech,” she said. “I’ve been told there should be one. James says no. Sophie is filming either way.” She handed us the glasses. “Someone should say something.” Caden looked at me. I looked at him. “You,” I said. “You’re better at words,” he said.

a soft, fragile voice drifted from the edge of the dais. The crowd parted once more, their eyes shifting to Eleanor Vane. She stood tall, her simple grey silk gown draped over her thin shoulders, her silver-white hair catching the light. She looked pale, but her sapphire eyes held a quiet, terrifying clarity that seemed to freeze the room. She walked down the steps of the dais slowly, her soft slippers silent on the marble, stopping just behind Elena.

As we were in the middle of a scuffle between Philip and Jessica, a video started playing and I watched as Eleanor trembled. " Who captured this?"Eleanor asked. I saw that the video clip and picture had been displayed. What caught my attention was the same lady coming out to say she was the one. All this time she has been the one helping us out with the information of what was going on. If we had depended on ourselves alone, I am not sure we would have caught the culprit. That was the first time I heard her say her name " Eve Hunter" . The way the words left her lips made me want to capture her lips that moment.