Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

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."

Before she had finished half of her third cigarette, the call terminated. Just two calls. Eleanor rallied important allies to her cause by strategically positioning two pieces to create an invisible net, feeling like a master chess player. Ambition and the desire for vengeance were mending her heart, which had been broken by Rhett’s rejection. She opened the photo album on her phone and saw a high school photo of Haley with numerous tiny pinholes that she had "cursed" for years. A dark, frightening smile formed across Eleanor’s face as she delicately brushed her finger over the tiny holes.

The sickly, dependent woman you claimed was currently starving to death in a charity clinic. Cynthia let out a loud, mocking scoff, her defensive corporate arrogance returning with a vicious intensity. Vivienne? You think Vivienne was under a VIP escort at the most expensive boutique in the financial district? Eleanor, your secretary needs to have her eyes examined immediately! The facial dimensions are remarkably similar, Eleanor murmured.

He had always been a hopeless cheat, not just with Selene, but every skirt he could get. Eleanor was a hypocrite, fully aware of Jeffery’s actions, but she kept covering and hiding everything he did. She didn’t even bother to clean his messes. She just covered them up. Eleanor took a sip of her sparkling champagne, and her eyes accidentally met Chase’s . She paused, wondering why he was staring at her. It was probably one of the few times her step son even glanced her way. She gave him a warm smile, and faced her food again. She detested that arrogant, cold light in his eyes. He was a huge boulder in the way of her achieving her goals.

Eleanor said, against my clit. I immediately grabbed the back of her head pressing her mouth more intently against my pssy. "Don't you dare, Eleanor Callista Castellanos!" I said, in a serious tone. She chuckled gently then replied, "Then Answer her Agápi." Eleanor said, then continues lapping my clit. "Hello?? Your Highness' everything ok in there?? You want me to come in??" My eyes immediately went wide, then I immediately speaks. "No!! Everything is!! We'll be out soon!"

She remembered how she'd disappeared at the last party she went to with Harrison but August won't hurt anymore, he was nowhere to be found. She quickly made a U-turn, deciding to leave as soon as possible. It must be a trap. As she held the doorknob, she heard a tiny pretty voice, "Eleanor. I've been waiting for you." Eleanor turned back and saw a pale beautiful woman. Judging from the silky elegant dress she was putting on, we could say she was Queen Charlotte. "Hi, I thought you weren't… so I was just about to take my leave." Eleanor went in and hugged the lady lightly, she still had no idea who it was that she came to see.

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.

“As you wish, Charles.” Eleanor looked up to Fann and he nodded as if giving her permission to go with the woman. Her irritation must have shown in her eyes because he leaned down, pretending to kiss her on the cheek while he whispered “behave and hold your tongue she’s the king’s favourite mistress.” Eleanor’s eyes widened. She recovered by pretending to admire a painting of a dog in a hat that was half finished on an easel by the table.

KNIGHT MANSION Eleanor paced the room, her mobile pressed tightly against her ear, while Millie’s voice echoed with concern. “Millie, calm down,” Eleanor urged, her tone firm yet reassuring. “I'll talk to Mr. Smith. And no, your job is not at risk. I won't find another Professional Assistant like you." Millie, Eleanor’s trusted Personal Assistant, had called again with updates on their client, Mr. Smith. The upcoming shoot for a baby care product was crucial, with significant funds already invested. Eleanor couldn't afford to cancel the contract, not just financially but also for her career's sake.