Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

His face was a mask of controlled fury, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the leather armrest. Across from him, Eleanor Valemont—now Eleanor Chen—stood calmly as she gathered her files. She didn't slam them. She didn't gloat. She simply tapped the edges of the dossier against the table to align them, the sound echoing like a judge’s gavel in the quiet room.

Then, she turned and carefully helped another figure out of the car. Eleanor. She was a vision of carefully constructed frailty. She leaned heavily on an ornate walking stick, her other hand gripping Victoria’s arm as if she would collapse without the support. She was paler than usual, her posture stooped, every movement was a calculated performance of weakness. The Eleanor I knew was very strong. She never joked with her health. The cameras went into a frenzy, the clicking and flashing intensified. They ate it up. They bought her shit. Damien stood frozen, his earlier defiance evaporating as he watched the masterful play unfold.

Her words were drowned when Zheira pinned her to the ground, her hands groping Eleanor’s neck who trashed, trying to get away from Zheira’s firm grip. This only lasted for a split second because Eleanor kicked her on the head. She couldn’t understand how she did that—seeing that she’s still strangling her neck—until she saw a lot of Eleanor grooving in front of her. Zheira was dazed by just looking at Eleanor’s move. “If you wish to defeat me, you have to catch me first!” Her echoing voice blended with the air. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m way too fast I doubt you can follow me even with that mesmerizing eyes of yours.”

Dangerous. She had thick curly hair, but since she chose to straighten it, it reached just below the middle of her back. She had a slim neck that would brand a mating bite perfectly. Her ebony skin looking sun-kissed, like she was gold crafted straight out of the sun. Whenever she walked a scent of roses and vanilla would follow. The only thing that almost sets her aside from the rest of us is a mole that's placed just below her right eye, and yet it adds more to her charm and allure. And what I hate the most is she's not even worth hating. Eleanor's the kindest of all of us. She's kind even to me. I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep myself from throwing up. I want to go home.

Just then, the doubled door bursts open and my nemesis walks in. She’s elegantly dressed in a long, silver dress that hugs her curves and prints out her beautiful feminine figure. Her makeup is on point. Her lips are still painted pepper red – I’m guessing that’s her signature lipstick color – and her brunette hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders in a wavy manner. If Eleanor wasn’t so evil, I would have called her gorgeous. “Step aside!” Eleanor orders and the maid I was just talking with who shifts several paces away as she closes the gap between us. She looks very furious about something.

“Stop lurking and bring her in!” Eleanor Knight sits at a dining table overlooking Central Park. Tiny, maybe five two, silver hair perfect, sharp eyes missing nothing. “So,” she says. “This is the girl who broke the internet.” I have no idea what to say. Eleanor’s lips twitch. “Relax, dear. I don’t bite. Much.” She gestures to a chair. “Sit. Let’s talk about why my grandson is suddenly dating someone he’s never mentioned.” I sit. “I’m Zara Bennett, Mrs. Knight. Lovely to meet you.”

She said when he was done. "Babe, who ate most of the stuff we got?" "You finished the tortilla chips." "And you finished the burgers." Aiden was choking on laughter. "I can't believe Maddie eats a lot. Where do all the food go?" She picked up a table knife. "Repeat that question at your own risk." Drew waved at someone. She turned and saw a pretty young lady with strawberry blond hair and wearing a flower patterned black dress making her way towards their booth. Eleanor. Drew's friend's sister's cousin and Aiden's date.

Eleanor, who was acquainted with the owner, Bobby Lake, skillfully ordered a few dishes, saying, "I'd like a serving of spicy fish stew, a serving of fish and beef croquettes respectively, and two servings of buttered pasta." Bobby smiled faintly and said, "Got it, Ms. Sutton. Please wait for a little while." Eleanor found a seat and reached for her long hair, gathering it up and securing it with an exquisite hairpin at the back of her head. Then, she picked up her phone and casually scrolled through news stories, making it clear that she wasn't interested in chatting with Michael. Her 1.2-million-dollar handbag was simply placed to the side, receiving no further attention from her.

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.

She smoothed her dress and took a deep breath. "Eleanor came to me six months ago," she started. "She knew I was trying to make a comeback. She knew I needed money and connections. She offered me both." "In exchange for what?" I asked. "She wanted me to get close to Taren," Katarina said. She didn't look at him. "She said if I could distract him, make him doubt you, it would give Rhett a chance to win you back. She thought if Taren were out of the picture, you'd have no choice but to turn to Rhett."