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

Harrison, much like his son, was ridiculously tall, but even then, Mirena managed to catch a glimpse past him through the gap at his side—and her frown deepened instantly. Eleanor. The same Eleanor who was supposedly out of the country stood there, dressed in a black silk robe, looking like she had just stepped out of the shower, a cup of coffee in her hand. “Did you forget how to use the door, or what?” Eleanor had started, but her words trailed off when she noticed Harrison’s stillness. As if sensing her gaze on his back, he stepped aside. Surprise flickered in Eleanor’s eyes, but it vanished just as quickly as it came.

"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.

“What happened, Eleanor?” “Alpha Killian is going to reject me, that is what happened…”

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.

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.