Eleanor And Hick Novels & Stories

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.

"He’s not looking at a manifest, Jillian. Look closer." Jillian shifted those sharp, analytical eyes past the fuel slips to the guest docks, where a sleek, beautifully restored wooden sailboat from the opposite side of the cove had just moored. Standing on the deck, securing a heavy marine cleat, was a young woman with sun-bleached hair, wearing a grease-stained canvas apron over her shorts. She was the local shipwright’s apprentice from the northern ridge—Eleanor. Leo was standing on the dock just a few feet away, holding a clipboard, entirely frozen. When Eleanor looked up, wiping a streak of dark grease from her forehead and offering him a bright, unabashed smile, the brilliant young prog

“You’re fucking Harrison Peirce, aren’t you?” Eleanor’s hand, halfway to her lips with the cup, paused. She looked up, her eyes meeting Mirena’s. “What?” she asked. “You’re having sex with Harrison Peirce, aren’t you?” Mirena repeated, her tone sharp, unwavering. It wasn’t a baseless accusation. The thought had crossed her mind once before—the first time she’d seen Harrison here. It had felt strange, but she’d brushed it aside after Eleanor’s reassurance. Then, during their last game of Go, she had noticed Eleanor’s playstyle. It felt… familiar.

"My fiance and I were bored at home, so we came to a hotel for a change of scenery. All of you turned it into something so filthy. That's so disgusting! Stop dragging innocent people into your stories." Eleanor burst out of the stairwell and hurried to the entrance, only to find every microphone and camera already aimed at Maria. The instant Maria saw her target showing herself, she reached out, grabbed Eleanor by the arm, and yanked the breathless, rattled woman to the front of the cameras.

Eleanor's eyes widened, she was about to go out and see why there was a commotion outside, but as soon as she opened the door, Heyla immediately confronted her. "M-miss H-heyla..." she said almost stammeringly in surprise. She couldn't even let go of the doorknob. "Oh yeah, you fucking trash!" Heyla said again. Her eyes were angrily staring at Eleanor. Eleanor backed away slightly; she didn't know what Heyla was going to do to her. "It's good you knew me," she also stepped inside. "I'm Knight's—" "Fiancée..." Eleanor added almost in a whisper. Her chest was pounding loudly. She was afraid of the woman's gaze.

“Did you say, Jackson?” “Ermm…yes I did. Why?” Eleanor paused, awaiting Isla’s next words. “Can you describe what he looks like?” Isla pleaded. Eleanor shook her head as though Isla could see her, “I can't describe the sick bastard. It would bring back the memories of them together. I can send you the video a friend of mine sent to me. Hold on.” Eleanor pulled the phone away from her ears to her eye level. She scrolled through her photo gallery till her fingers landed on the pornographic video, she clicked share and sent it to Isla right away. “Sent.”

Eleanor replied absent-mindedly, her eyes fixed on the window. "What about Sylora?" he continued, swiping through the photos to pique her interest. "We can go skiing over there. You always said you wanted to see the snow-covered mountains. I can hire the best instructor." "Okay." His smile stiffened, but he kept going anyway. That afternoon, a man in a tailored suit walked out of Eleanor's ward just as Harrison arrived carrying a thermal flask. Harrison paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the stranger before flicking back toward the room. "Who was that?" he asked casually.

Finally, drinking. "Here," I heard Eddy's voice behind me, and I turned immediately like he controlled me. As soon as he reached me, he grabbed my elbow, his attention not focused on me but on the destination he was fetching me for, like I was a shameless parade. At the center of the hall, we met Eleanor Hargrove. Rich, Seventy, the kind of woman that had a comment for even a wrong posture. Her hawk eyes behind the thick lenses that hung by her nose looked me up and down before I even stood before her.

As we were in the middle of a scuffle between Philip and Jessica, a video started playing and I watched as Eleanor trembled. " Who captured this?"Eleanor asked. I saw that the video clip and picture had been displayed. What caught my attention was the same lady coming out to say she was the one. All this time she has been the one helping us out with the information of what was going on. If we had depended on ourselves alone, I am not sure we would have caught the culprit. That was the first time I heard her say her name " Eve Hunter" . The way the words left her lips made me want to capture her lips that moment.

Eleanor called again and her footsteps drew close enough, a sign to tell Hazel that she was close to getting caught with a man that was good for nothing but trouble. Hazel quickly wiped away any trace of crying from her face before answering with a loud, "Yes?" "Oh, you're there, I thought you had gone off without me," Eleanor said, her voice not too far from the stall. Hazel let out an empty chuckle as she quickly put on the dress not minding the fact that Ryland stood behind her drinking every inch of her body up. "I will come out now," Hazel announced with a makeshift cheerful voice. Eleanor gave out a sound of encouragement in reply.