Eleanor And Hick Novels & Stories

Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that. His name is Liam James, a die-hard celebrity with lots of fan girls who swoop over him. CEO, the Boss of all Bosses in Pink Moda and dangerous Casanova of all times. I, Eleanor Reyes, is sure going to prove them wrong. And, they're going to live with that. Eleanor You must be wondering how I met Liam. Well... It was on a very bad day for me. I had been walking back home. About crossing a crosswalk. I had lost the job interview and this made me frustrated.

Hunter screams at me, and his eyes have this murderous look that makes my blood run cold. I’m actually thinking about running, but my feet feel too stiff to move. I can’t even make myself move when he’s holding me down with a glare like that. “Ten months ago, Hunter, you told me you found the solution to your little problem,” Eleanor says. Her voice is all clean and quiet, like she has perfect etiquette, but she’s still pinning me down with her gaze. “You said you’ve got the perfect woman. She’s resilient, building a tech empire from nothing, and she’s emotionally stranded. Therefore she’ll be the perfect candidate.”

Eleanor said to the girls and she stood to her feet. "Why did you stop Katrina from apologizing? Come on, I was dying to hear her beg," Willow pouted, now sitting up properly on the bed. Eleanor laughed softly at her. Then, she walked out of the room and went directly toward the devil's room. However, while on her way, someone unexpectedly blocked her path and it was no other person than —Clarkson! "You again!" Eleanor yelled. "What?" Clarkson laughed "Ain't you happy to see me, huh?"

“Habit?” Eleanor coughed behind me. When I turned around though, I realized it wasn’t exactly a cough. From the way her eyes were glittering as she looked at Yohan, I knew it was something different entirely. Her look has been meaningful as if I wasn’t curious enough already. Eleanor was great at lying, which I learned the hard way. With how she was acting, it was like she knew something and desperately wanted me to know as well, without her literally telling me. What was going on?

Nala laughed and glanced at Eleanor. Meeting her gaze, Eleanor held her breath, she quickly bent her head down, ahh she knew this lawyer, and her family did, she's the perfect match to deal with Eli, she heard they attended the same high school as her grandmother. " Is this the person you chose over my granddaughter.... pathetic, tsk tsk" she sighed. She looked at Eleanor up and down and went back, she stood between Alan and Adian. She intentionally creased their hair and said " I thought I would meet the original Hindleys here, so I came here to say hello to them, but too bad" She intentionally sighed in disappointment.

“Mom.” “What?” Eleanor demanded, too fast. “You think I’m going to believe one video over what I know happened?” Briggs’s thumb stayed on the screen, the clip paused on Wren mid-fall, hair flying, body already collapsing. “You know what happened,” he said. “That’s the problem.” Eleanor’s eyes locked on the screen, then away, then back again. Her jaw tightened hard enough to show it in her cheeks. For the first time since we walked in, she looked cornered.

The barb about R⁠ed Hook was⁠ expe‌rtly delivered. “Thank you,‍ Eleanor. You’re looking well also,” Elara replie‌d, taking the offered seat without waiting for an invita‌tion. She‍ would not be positi‌on‍ed as a supplicant. They engaged in a f‍ew min‍ute‍s of‍ brit‌tle small talk about t‍he weath‌er an‌d th⁠e city. Then, Eleanor set her cup d‌own with a de‍finitive click.

At the side courtyard of the Sinclair residence, Eleanor stepped across the threshold with Holden's arm in hers, dressed in a deep green dress. Suddenly, she stumbled slightly. Holden quickly steadied her, asking in concern, "What's wrong? Are the shoes uncomfortable?" "No." Eleanor shook her head. "I just remembered I forgot to bring something. I'll go take it." "Sure. I'll wait for you there." Holden let go of her hand gently. "Okay." Eleanor smiled faintly before turning around and leaving the courtyard. She walked toward a figure she had just spotted out of the corner of her eye and led them into a secluded corner. Her expression turned stern instantly.

She beamed when she got close enough and said, "Hello, I'm Eleanor. It's nice to meet you all." "I cannot believe this." The pale skinned man said as his eyes ran over Eleanor without shame. Seeing them up close, Eleanor had to admit, they were very handsome and really built, especially the Tall black man but there was something. . . Different about them. She couldn't place a finger on it but she felt it. They weren't ordinary. She turned to the woman and she was pleasantly surprised. She was extremely beautiful. With her clear Mediterranean skin that was a tad bit darker than Eleanor's, sharply sculpted face, long,tonned and curvy body, dark brown hair and obvious air of stubborn authority,

We already knew this part would be interesting. “Then I saw this handsome guy. My dear, he is so tall. Exactly the kind of man I want” Eleanor said, cutting the story short. “Hmm. So you kissed him?” I asked and she nodded giggling. “He thought I was weak and carried me in a bridal style outside. I couldn't resist those pink lips and I found myself savouring the taste. He is very handsome but I didn't see him again last night.” Eleanor confessed. “Wow. This story will definitely sell me if we can adapt it into a movie. What do you think, Beatrice?” I asked Beatrice.