Eileen Snape Novels & Stories

she tells the young lady. I think Eleanor is pretty nice. Although I've met her only shortly. Most women in her position tend to act like Catherine de Bourgh of Rosings; super meticulous and overly controlling, but I don't think Eleanor is like that. I wonder how it's like to have a loving mother like her, and I guess I never will. Growing up without parents, has made me carry a soft spot for the elderly. Even the people I'm close with at work are mostly old professors. Dr. Snape, my

I said. Snape shook his body like a love dancer. “We? Nope. Only the Alpha can go in. And his mate, or the mother Luna. You, me? No. But, Of course, I have managed to make him sneak out a flower for me every time we go, so…” “But, I am his…” “Enough with the talk. I want silence until we get there.” Ian ordered. I saw Snape swallow slowly with fear. Why were they all afraid of Ian? I was yet to see any reason to be sacred of him.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Arya didn’t know when she slept off but when she woke up, there was Eileen seating at the edge of her bed. “Are you feeling alright?” Eileen asked quietly and Arya stared at her confused. “How did you know I was at home Eileen?” Arya asked not wanting to believe the thought that swept across her mind. “Because, I as well, I am a wolf” Eileen replied quietly. “I am a werewolf specifically to protect you” Eileen added.

"All right. Agreed." We began to play. At first, I felt confident. I took one of his pawns quickly. "Question time," I announced. "Tell me about Lady Eileen. What is her relationship with the council?" "Straight to the point. I like that." He leaned back in his chair. "Eileen is influential. More than you might think. She and Voss may be divorced, but they are still allies. She has connections throughout the council. And people listen to her."

The girl--Tony-- looked at her with shock and she was not able to move. “Papa? Who is she?” Tony asked. “She’s Eileen, she lost her memories.” The shock on Tony’s face turned to worry. “Are you alright? Where have you been?” Tony hugged her tightly. Eileen was not expecting that hug. She felt like something strange was going on.

We stood in absolute silence, our white tunics and ceremonial clothes catching the faint moonlight as the whispered prayers for the dead instructors and students began to float through the air. Standing right next to me, Eileen suddenly let out a soft gasp. I turned my head slightly and saw tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She was shaking, her hands pressed tightly against her stomach as she stared at the shrouded figure of the true Headmaster Valdren. I leaned in closer to her, keeping my voice down so the surrounding students wouldn't hear. “Eileen? What is it? Why are you crying?” Eileen wiped at her eyes quickly, but the tears just kept coming. “Headmaster Valdren... he was incredib

The stranger didn’t have to, but he still chose to, and he had saved her from her ultimate demise. Elaine had looked up from the glass cup that she had drained empty, “Elaine.” It was Naomi; her eyes were open, set on the ebony-haired knight. “I got it good this time, and I know you enjoy my company, but you can stop holding my hand now.”