Eleanor And Hick Novels & Stories

Ellaine accelerated in order to catch up with her. “Why are you here?” Margarette asked her with worry spread over her face. “I want my box back!” “There’s no way you can retrieve it!” “There’s no way I would lose it!” In the end, Margarette gave in. “Suit yourself.” The older woman led her to the bridge which boarders Dela Paz and Malaban. Ellaine remembered Aunt Caroline’s story about Hazel and Jonathan’s daily ritual of just sitting there with contentment. The sun had just set and the surroundings were just so dark that Ellaine found it difficult to run. The bridge was deserted and the air was cool against the skin. People were probably inside their houses eating supper or already tucked

Then, she turned and carefully helped another figure out of the car. Eleanor. She was a vision of carefully constructed frailty. She leaned heavily on an ornate walking stick, her other hand gripping Victoria’s arm as if she would collapse without the support. She was paler than usual, her posture stooped, every movement was a calculated performance of weakness. The Eleanor I knew was very strong. She never joked with her health. The cameras went into a frenzy, the clicking and flashing intensified. They ate it up. They bought her shit. Damien stood frozen, his earlier defiance evaporating as he watched the masterful play unfold.

“I know where Delilah is.” Savannah’s breath hitched. “Where?” Eleanor smiled, slow and wicked. “Safe. For now.” She turned her gaze to Jackson. “But not from the family.” Savannah’s skin prickled. “Meaning?” Eleanor twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Meaning Harrison didn’t just tamper with documents…” Her eyes gleamed. “…he tampered with people.” Savannah stepped forward. “Where is she?” “In the one place even Jackson wouldn’t look,” Eleanor purred. “The one place he hates more than betrayal.”

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

She knows what's at stake and she wants to protect her family as much as I want to protect mine so we are working together and it's a team effort. I just hope that our relationships with our significant others will survive after this whole thing is over. I also think that it's not going to be over anytime soon because Matteo is a hard man to fool . If you was able to hack into my messaging system and send me an email making me think that it was my husband who sent me that email and text me into going out to the mall well he tried to abduct me then I know that I'm not only dealing with a cyber-criminal but I'm also dealing with someone who knows how to use his resources very well and that's w

Howard grabbed her by her waist and picked Eleanor high as if she was a balloon that could easily float in the sky. The sudden action made her scared for a bit but then he grabbed her tightly to him before she touched the ground. Her landing was perfect with their eyes locked at each other. She moved away from Howard since the awkwardness took place among them. It was unbearable, so Howard was about to go away when Eleanor held him back. "Why did you hate my touch?" She asked eagerly.

Anastasia hissed. “You will not talk to me in such a manner,” Eleanor spat, her eyes darkening as she glared at her. Anastasia chuckled, “What manner? Calling you out for being what you think I am?” “How dare you?” Eleanor hissed. Anastasia moved closer, a smirk on her face, “You can act all high and mighty as you will, but you will never be anything but a gold digger,” Eleanor raised her hand, ready to smack her on the face, but Anastasia was faster, grabbing Eleanor’s wrist and holding her back from hitting her face.

The sound of her name seemed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth as he spoke and I sighed softly. “What happened?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. There was something about the way he said her name with such hatred that made me wonder what this Eleanor had done. “Oh she did a lot of things” He replied, his voice filled with anger. “She manipulated, she lied and she destroyed. She tore Lucas apart from the inside out but most of all, she betrayed us in ways we never thought possible” “You see, Lucas and Eleanor had met in the woods, during one of our training sessions. She was about to be killed by some wild bears when Lucas had found her and fought off the bears, saving her

Eleanor makes a joke and then laughs. “Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Elle. And it’s lovely to meet you.” I hug her. “That sounds good. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow after lunch. Would you like me to pick you up? Or…” “I will drop her at the shop, Elle. Don’t worry,” Hendrix voiced. “That’s great... Have a wonderful night together.” Eleanor blew a final kiss to us, and we waved back. We head back to my place, excited. Hendrix was playful the entire dinner, sliding his hand against my thigh and rubbing me sensually. My body loves it, and I can’t deny our strong connection.

I asked him with a kind smile before I looked down at his hand on my arm. "Sorry for my mate, George take your hand off the girl. We just wanted to speak with you a moment is all. I'm council woman Eleanor Hindley, and this is my mate councilman George Hindley. You must be Novalie?" She asked sweetly as she looked me up and down. Her mate, Councilman George released my arm just as my dad and Xavier walked over to join us. I was sure the old man had grabbed my arm as an intimidation tactic, until he saw my dad and Xavier.