Eleanor And Park Age Rating Novels & Stories

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

But today, the glass just reflected her own face back at her, pale and entirely too still. The silence left behind by a four-and-half-year-old was its own kind of weight. It sat in the corners of the room, heavy and unmapped. Eli was at Eleanor's. It was the monumental, operational first time of a grandmother collecting a grandchild for an afternoon. It had happened at the park gate two hours ago, with Eli examining the arrangement with the systematic thoroughness of a scientist evaluating new parameters before confirming his participation. He had confirmed it. Gerald had gone with him, tucked firmly under a small arm.

It showed a younger Eleanor and Richard with four kids, two boys, a girl, and a baby. "That's Rick," Eleanor said, pointing to the older boy. "And that's Richard Junior, everyone calls him RJ. That's Sarah, and..." Her voice broke a little. "That's my baby. My youngest daughter." The photo showed this adorable toddler with chubby cheeks and the biggest smile. "She's beautiful," I said. "She was." Eleanor's voice cracked. "She got taken when she was two. Right out of our backyard while I was making lunch. Another pack, our enemies, they wanted to hurt us, and they knew taking her would destroy us."

CHAPTER ONE Eleanor’s pov The music booming from the invisible speakers immediately eased my nerves. I just clocked eighteen and my parents had permitted me to have a good night. Whatever that meant. My two best friends, Sarah and Clara were already dancing and I realized it was time to join them. I was the birthday girl after all

Eleanor was sitting down playing with some balloons with a girl who was holding her barbie doll. They both smiled at each other. When I saw Eleanor smiling I smiled and waved at her. She smiled back at me and came to me running. She is just 5 years old, wearing a white dress with a black belt and white shoes. “You look beautiful Eleanor. Happy birthday." I said as I kissed her forehead and handed her a gift. Emily excused me and went to welcome other guests. I was left alone in the garden. So I took a seat next to a family and started observing everything with a beautiful smile on my face. A lot of families are here enjoying themselves. Soon everyone arrived and the music started blaring.

Eleanor moves out the door, and I follow suit, looking about as I try to acquaint myself with the facility. “This is the hallway.” Eleanor gestures towards the long passageway. “All of the sheltered women stay in rooms on either side of these halls.” She gives a sharp knock on one of the doors and calls out. “Hey Zoe!” Immediately, someone pushes open the door, and a little girl of about four leaps excitedly into Eleanor's arms. “Hello, sweet pumpkin.” Eleanor holds the little girl close and drops affectionate kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “Mon said you couldn't make it with us to the park.”

"I really hope you can understand this and let them go, okay? They are mature enough to make their own decisions." Dad's eyes flicker to her, momentarily softening before hardening again with renewed resolve. "Eleanor," he responds, using her full name—always a sign that he's taking the matter seriously. "This is a situation that needs immediate attention. They are still teenagers, and they have not yet reached the level of maturity to think of having a partner." His voice rises slightly, frustration evident in the tightening around his eyes. "Only the good Goddess knows why she would allow little children to begin to feel their mate bonds at this early stage." "Little children?" I interject

Then she grabbed a stool and walked to the dusty old piano, her mother's piano. For about thirty long minutes, Eleanor sat in front of the piano as her eyes watched the empty streets through the glass walls. It was like raging currents in her heart. Alexander was heartless. Elaine was simply... a devil incarnate. It was fine that they would do evil to her, but Penny was still too young for their games. They made the girl their pawn. It is a good thing that she realized before it became too late. Releasing a loud sigh, Eleanor returned her focus to the piano that was set before her. She raised her left hand and her finger poked a single key.

Before either of us could recover, Eleanor appeared in the hallway. "There you are!" She looked at Adrian To me Then smiled so brightly that I became suspicious. "Oh, dear." She clasped her hands together. "My grandson finally remembers he has eyes." "Eleanor," Adrian warned. "What?" She looked entirely innocent. "I'm eighty years old." "You are not." "Close enough." I laughed. A genuine laugh. Eleanor immediately pointed at me. "There." She looked at Adrian. "Do you hear that?" He frowned. "What?" "She laughs more around you now."

Her body was wrecked by an unfathomable pleasure. “Come on Eleanor..” he pleaded.. “Say something. . Continue this act” Eleanor gripped his shoulder. If he really wanted to see her act then so be it. “Isn’t it too soon?” She pretended to be shy. “Soon?” he was taken aback. “Hmm.. Caleb is just 3 years old” Kayden’s eyes darted in surprise. She was framing the story well. So she meant they had one kid already. Caleb!! “And Kathryn is hardly 2,” she added.