Chipettes Eleanor Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

His face was a mask of controlled fury, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the leather armrest. Across from him, Eleanor Valemont—now Eleanor Chen—stood calmly as she gathered her files. She didn't slam them. She didn't gloat. She simply tapped the edges of the dossier against the table to align them, the sound echoing like a judge’s gavel in the quiet room.

Robert poured wine. Eleanor served the bisque. Sophie already had her appetizer on a small plate near her. And Julian sat beside Elena—two positions down from Charlotte. The first ten minutes passed without a single question about the past. Not one. Instead, it was small talk about the estate’s gardens. Then a comment about Westbridge’s new transit hub. Then a quiet observation from Eleanor about autumn foliage. Elena had arrived prepared. She didn’t flinch at the Lancaster presence. She didn’t shrink under any gaze.

Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς. Ellaine held her money tightly. She bet her necklace which was still around her neck that thieves were no stranger in this world. She went inside a café with a fascinating wooden sculpture of a woman in front. Right in front of the door was the counter and at left side were three round tables for four people. The table at the back was occupied by a Leprechaun couple with their table heavy with beer. The middle table was occupied by a lone cowboy silent with eyes on her. The aroma of grilled meat, coffee, and spices teased her nostrils.

She turned to me. “Serena, this is…” “Lady Eleanor Whitmore, Chairwoman of the Rosewood Philanthropist Society?” I interrupted Myles's Introduction, and the woman raised her eyebrows questionably. “Oh, you've been telling her about me, Myles? I'm flattered.” She giggled. “No..” Myles blushed. “Actually, she read the invitation letter.” “Oh, right.” She nodded. “The invitation letter.” I don't know but for some reason our encounter seemed somehow strange. Lady Eleanor seemed like a likable woman with her smiles and all, but she was a little bit.. I don't know older? And what really bothered me was the sexual energy I started to detect between her and Myles.

Soon the others began to scatter in every direction. There were only Eleanor and Violet left. Eleanor turned to the tray of champagne glasses and took two glasses in her hands. She turned around and walked back to Violet before handing one to her. The Duchess looked at her but didn’t reach for it. Eleanor snickered and went to sit down on a loveseat placed against the creamy white wall. “A hard shell to crack as always, Violet," Eleanor said. "Good thing I'm always persistent." Eleanor leaned back and crossed her legs while swirling the champagne in her glass like she was searching for answers at the bottom of it. Violet knew she was trying to get her to talk to her, but the Duchess had noth

“As you wish, Charles.” Eleanor looked up to Fann and he nodded as if giving her permission to go with the woman. Her irritation must have shown in her eyes because he leaned down, pretending to kiss her on the cheek while he whispered “behave and hold your tongue she’s the king’s favourite mistress.” Eleanor’s eyes widened. She recovered by pretending to admire a painting of a dog in a hat that was half finished on an easel by the table.

He might pop over for some quick chit-chat, then promptly return to his duties. However, this year was different. Eleanor didn't come alone, nor was she accompanied by Sebastian or Alex. Instead, she was joined by a very elegant woman, Michelle Xia, seated right next to her. This was Michelle's second appearance at Ye Corporation. Though many didn't know her, some recognized her as the woman who had once shown up on Alex's 30th birthday, causing the notorious workaholic to knock off early.

She expected the end. ​Instead, the room was filled with the scent of Chanel No. 5 and the rhythmic, predatory click-clack of expensive heels. Eleanor Montgomery swept into the room, followed by her husband, the Mayor. They looked like they had just stepped off the set of a political ad—perfectly groomed, perfectly cold. ​Eleanor didn't look at the bloodstains on the carpet. She didn't look at Chloe’s battered face with pity; she looked at it with the clinical detachment one might use to inspect a crushed insect.

She hadn't expected Eleanor to be friends with Annabelle! If Eleanor wasn’t here to compete for a man, then why was she here? Not knowing how to respond, she watched as Eleanor gave a nod to the nearby servant. Kael immediately brought two glasses of alcohol. Eleanor handed the spiked champagne to Lila and took the clean red wine for herself. "Miss Castillo, I’m here today to give you a warning. I don’t want to make things too extreme." Lila, frightened, didn’t think much about it. She took the glass and drank it.