Eileen Book Review Novels & Stories

Eleanor interrupted her as she took off her backpack and rummaged through it. “But—” “Here. This book will throw light on who we really are and our purpose.” She pulled out a book wrapped in brown paper and placed it before Layla. “I promise our next meeting won’t be rushed like this.” “Wait. I still just need to know—” Eleanor was up from her seat and rushing to the exit before she could say what was on her mind. ‘What just happened?’ Layla picked up the book and just stared at it. ‘Eleanor… So I finally met the Sun Child…’

Five Days Earlier I am sitting in my chair finishing my homework. Having a single room is great, but sometimes, like tonight, it’s lonely. I’m glad I got to move into the pack house, but I miss being at home with mom and dad. My name is Elenor Charlotte Miner, but most people just call me Ellie. I am seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and I am a werewolf. I am a pretty typical teenage girl, except for my healing abilities and strength.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

Eileen stood still, her fingers grazing the sash tied tightly at her waist. The two servants hovered near her, waiting. Expectant. She turned to them slowly, lifting her chin just like a quick touch. “You may excuse me,” she said. “I will bathe myself.” The girls exchanged a quick look. “I— Luna,” the younger one started, her voice trembling slightly, “we are meant to stay and assist… if we leave without permission and the elders or even the Alpha finds out—” “I won’t tell anyone,” Eileen said, her voice low but clear. She took a step toward them, the silk of her gown whispering with movement. “If I wanted someone hovering over me while I undressed, I would have asked.”

Cecilia's POV Eileen has been acting strange lately. I took off the ring from my finger and looked at the maid who was combing my hair in the mirror, thinking. "What's wrong with you?" I didn't want to waste energy pondering why she was like this; I wanted answers directly. Eileen, holding a horn comb, stiffened. Under my gaze, she slowly raised her lowered eyes, meeting mine through the mirror. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "Your Highness, I want to know, do you really believe what that odd wizard said?"