Eleanor Calder Novels & Stories

“Alistair Vega’s‍ company is a sinking ship. He’s despera‍te.” “Prec‍isely,” Eleanor sa‍id, a faint, cold smile touching⁠ her lips. “Desperate men ma‍ke advantageous partners. He has a daugh‍ter. Elara. An artist. U‍nrefined, but presentable. The co‍nnectio‌n would be⁠ beneficial. It quiets the whispe⁠rs a‌bout th⁠e… ot‍her m‌atter.”

Calder stood there holding the gifts from the annual gala, looking at us in confusion. "Why didn't you let me know you weren't coming to the gala?" Calder had always been the type to worry excessively, someone who loved gossiping about employees’ private lives. There were only fifteen minutes left until those five minutes arrived. I had no patience to deal with him. I was about to brush him off with a few perfunctory words and send him away. Elan’s expression suddenly changed. He grabbed a chair and slammed it into Calder, knocking him unconscious.

Kayden confesses and Zara look at his phone >"They're consenting adults. Besides, he's the one who was obligated to be faithful back then, not her. Why is she the only one being attacked?" Kayden and Zara read the supportive comments together, their voices trailing off into low, somber murmurs as they filter through the digital noise. "I'm sorry, Sis," Eleanor stands up, a surprisingly bright smile gracing her lips. "It doesn't matter. I have two real orders! Two people want my work!" She chimes joyfully, her hips swaying softly as she walks away from the cluttered table to gather her vials.

"Eleanor, I can't do this!" ***********

I nodded as my lips formed a thin line. My eyes widened in horror as gasps filled with shock left my lips. My whole being stiffed as my mind was clouded with unfathomable clouds of overwhelming pressure. I was deluged in the frights and ravage. Lost in the depths of despair, I remained motionless as I read the gravestone; Eleanor Elvis 17th Oct,1968 - 12th Feb,2015 May Your Soul Rest in Peace Aunt Eleanor… “This has to be a terrible joke…”

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

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-“

Thank you for inviting me here. Author : (smiles back) Thank you for coming here. So Eleanor, could you please tell our dear readers a little about you? Eleanor : Ah sure! Well hello guys! I'm Eleanor. Just Eleanor. I'm twenty-two years old. My birthday is on the 13th of December. My favourite colour is purple. I guess… that's all? Oh yeah! My nicknames are El, Flower, etc. Actually just call me whatever you like. Author : Okay! Sooo you are from Eleneas?

It probably felt nice to have someone look out for her. I had left a good impression, Gwen felt she was being protected by me. It was the first time we had ever held hands. We got to another door, the inn's main entrance. An elf with short stubby legs walked up to us carrying shots of clear wine on a tray. He was probably from the north mountain, a place called "Creek." It was a dwelling of elves. They had been brought to the inn for the aesthetic. Elf waiters made red moon inn unique.