Eleanor And Hick Novels & Stories

Ding-dong-- Ding-dong-- The doorbell made her jump. She shot upright so fast her knee slammed into the corner of the coffee table. "Hss--" She sucked in a sharp breath, clutching her knee as she hobbled toward the door. Outside, Eleanor stood in sunglasses, glancing around like she was doing something illegal. Cecilia opened the door. Arms crossed, she asked flatly, "What do you want?" Eleanor took off her sunglasses and walked straight inside. "Let's talk in private."

Eleanor smiled slowly, thinking it was time to extract some money from this money tree. - Inside Evergreen Palace, Helen sneezed repeatedly. As she was preparing for a nap at noon, she was informed that Eleanor and Jessica had arrived. Gillian furrowed her brow. When the two of them came together, it was usually for a specific reason.

Eleanor replied. "What's on the footage? Everything is well recorded?" Dave asked. Eleanor nodded her head even though Dave didn't see the reaction. "Yes, it was lucky that Mr. Ronald and Mahira's conversation was recorded. Too bad, I should have gotten a recording of the conversation that could have exposed Mr. Ronald's secret." Eleanor exhaled harshly. Her plan was to get the secret conversation that might reveal Mr. Ronald's scandal. She planned to frame Mr. Ronald using the recording of the scandal.

Her voice turned soft and sugary, deliberately pitiful. "Actually, I'm the one who asked to meet you here today." As she spoke, she reached for Cedric's hand on the table. "Eleanor just happened to pass by. She's only recently been brought back to the Cole family. She grew up poor–she could barely even afford food. She doesn't know anything about holographic games, let alone play them." Cedric jerked his hand away as if shocked, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes. He turned to me, puzzled.

No one knew how much effort Bianca had put into dealing with Eleanor just now. That woman was too sharp. Her gaze alone was enough to make one's heart tremble! It was as if everything was within Eleanor's grasp, and she acted as if she wanted to grab the piece of pie in Bianca's hands! How could Bianca allow that? - Under the pavilion, Neil approached and respectfully greeted Eleanor. "Madam Holly." "Neil." "Yes, ma'am?" "You're becoming increasingly muddle-headed." Eleanor looked at Neil, her tone and gaze becoming sharper.

They stood together, savoring a moment away from the outside world. Meanwhile, in Michelle's office, activity buzzed around her. James was reviewing blueprints, and her assistant was managing her schedule. Renovations at the Hawthorne estate were moving to the next phase. Michelle had just completed a significant review when Eleanor entered unexpectedly. Eleanor walked in unannounced, wearing elegant clothes in ivory and beige. She exuded a new softness that caught Michelle's attention.

Eleanor nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I'm a hacker too," she revealed, her tone filled with a quiet confidence. "I can break through that firewall, gather the information we need, and I'll also make sure to log out before the system can trace me." Toni's doubt did not fade away, but she let Eleanor take the seat, then she stood behind her. "Let's see what we got here..." Eleanor drawled as she began tapping quickly on the keyboard. Her eyes stuck to the screen of the computer as she worked with a very clear mind.

Eleanor whispered his name until she was yelling it at the top of her lungs, her fingers grasping his hair firmly, on the verge of letting go. "Drakken, I'm going to...I'm going to..." she croaked out. "Not yet." Eleanor mewled in disappointment when he leaned back, reaching over for something on the nightstand. She watched with bated breath as he took out a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth and putting it on effortlessly. Very soon after, Eleanor felt the head of his cock right at her entrance and she went stiff instantly, hardly even breathing. "St-stop," she choked out. "Please, stop, I can't." She sat up abruptly with wide eyes.

"Oh my God." Alex moved closer. The photo showed a much younger Henry Dickson standing beside a woman Alicia had never seen before. She was beautiful. Dark hair. Bright smile. One hand resting against Henry's shoulder. On the back was written: Henry & Eleanor. Summer 1974. Alicia frowned. "Eleanor?" "Who's Eleanor?" Zara asked. Alicia shook her head slowly. "I don't know." Which was impossible. She knew every branch of the Dickson family tree.

I leaned back in my chair, sipping my coffee and wincing at the bitter taste to buy myself a moment to structure exactly what I was going to say to him. The truth was, I had been meticulous. After that evening when I got out and threw both of them into a panic, I spent weeks tailing Eleanor and learning her routines and even her weaknesses. I'd hacked her phone, cloned her messages, and studied all there was to her while admiring her from a distance, loving her even harder than I had ever loved her husband. My plans needed a concrete foundation, and the actor had been the final piece. He was a carefully chosen pawn who had played his part, taken his money, and disappeared.