Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

` He threw his head back as he cackled like a madman. `Finally, we’ll be done with this damned world.` The video glitched, and Eleanor was shown sitting on a couch and staring into the camera. `Hi,` she smiled, waving a bit. `I’m Eleanor, the sun child, or rather the Child of Day, as you’ve been told. That video was just one of the very many evils the parliamentarians have done. My friends, the rebels, and I have put together a lot of videos to show you the true twisted nature of the monsters you adore. I hope you’re comfortable because this is going to be a long ride.`

She expected the end. ​Instead, the room was filled with the scent of Chanel No. 5 and the rhythmic, predatory click-clack of expensive heels. Eleanor Montgomery swept into the room, followed by her husband, the Mayor. They looked like they had just stepped off the set of a political ad—perfectly groomed, perfectly cold. ​Eleanor didn't look at the bloodstains on the carpet. She didn't look at Chloe’s battered face with pity; she looked at it with the clinical detachment one might use to inspect a crushed insect.

Eleanor sat at the head, diamonds flashing. Charlotte was already there, in ice-blue chiffon, hair swept up, neckline plunging. She looked like a bride who’d lost her groom. She smiled when she saw Adrian (soft, hopeful). “Adrian,” she said, standing. “I wanted to apologise for earlier. I was… overwhelmed.” She moved toward him, hand extended. He didn’t take it. Charlotte’s smile wavered. Eleanor gestured to the seats. “Please. Let’s eat like civilised people.”

With a season of fall, the chill breeze, a very silent place ,a beauty in my shoulder is a pure bliss. I slept having her my hand against her waist. "Your so handsome Noah", God she is blushing. "I'm sorry for not showing my interest in you", God Eleanor you are killing me with your charms. Her puppy face makes me going crazy. She...she is ...coming close to me. I smirked. "Ummmahhh", "Ahhhhh", A kick made me all awake. Fuck!! It's paining. What the heck??? "YOU PERVERT,YOU ANNOYING PRICK,YOU DUMBASS, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME? DO YOU WANT TO DIE", Eleanor's cursing reached safe to my ears to the point where it's going to burst.