Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

Hale cleared his throat, his expression cold, lips curling into a sneer of disdain. “Are you sure you can manage being someone’s secretary?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery, his sharp eyes scanning her as if she were nothing more than a naive child daring to step into a lion’s den. Eleanor’s lips curved into a small, cunning smile... not of warmth, but of controlled triumph. “Believe in me, Father,” she replied smoothly. “I will make you proud.” Her bow was slight, deliberate, and elegant. The long beige coat she wore fell gracefully around her legs, her dark hair framing her face, giving her a poised, almost dangerous presence.

Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that. His name is Liam James, a die-hard celebrity with lots of fan girls who swoop over him. CEO, the Boss of all Bosses in Pink Moda and dangerous Casanova of all times. I, Eleanor Reyes, is sure going to prove them wrong. And, they're going to live with that. Eleanor You must be wondering how I met Liam. Well... It was on a very bad day for me. I had been walking back home. About crossing a crosswalk. I had lost the job interview and this made me frustrated.

“Give up on Archie, or say goodbye to your Rapunzel hair. If you obey me, maybe I’ll say a few good words for you. They might even let you go.” Jenna chuckled. “I don’t get why you’re obsessed with a married man. But I understand, you can’t resist a perfect man like Archie who is tall… handsome… good in bed. Ohhh, just thinking of our sweet time makes me wet.” She sighed pitifully. Eleanor’s stunned face changed into deep hatred. With a snarl, she yanked Jenna’s hair and started cutting it. But Jenna only laughed, as if she was enjoying her madness. Eleanor suddenly felt like shooting her. “What’s funny, you psychopath?! I heard one of your kids is psycho because he hit his head!”

E L L E "Twenty eight year old, Sebastian Black's ex wife and notable business woman, Eleanor Marino has got people talking after a picture of her was leaked in the media. The young divorcee was seen with a small, almost invisible baby bump, which means the billionaire heir and notorious playboy might have knocked up his ex. Sources say, she has probably cheated on her new billionaire boyfriend, Mikhail Volkov." The reporter's voice had faded, as my mind had gone completely blank.

Damian I should have looked away. Should’ve ignored the imprint of her lips on the rim of the wineglass. Should have focused on my food, on the real reason we were in this place halfway across the world. But Eleanor had a way of slipping beneath my skin without even trying. And it was getting harder to pretend I didn’t feel it. She was supposed to be my assistant. My distraction free, logic driven assistant who always had a clipboard and a schedule and zero tolerance for my nonsense. But lately... she was something else entirely. Complicated. Soft. Unpredictably magnetic.

I crossed my arms on my chest as I watched the lady swipe the card. Declined. The lady looked at her, her expression demanding what was happening. “That has to be a reception issue. You should swipe the card again,” Eleanor said confidently. The lady swiped the card again. Declined. “Your card is not working, Ms,” Eleanor blinked, “What?” Then she looked back at me over her shoulder, meeting my smirk. Her eyes widened with realisation. El was still looking at me when the lady spoke, “Ms, your card is fake,”

Daphne's head lowered as she turned to 'tend' to the flowers. Eleanor kept blinking. She didn't know what to think. "I... I do. I do like him, but he never notices me." She finally said, after a moment of silence. Eleanor heard the defeat in her voice and felt bad for her. Of cours he didn't notice her. He was too much of an egocentric moron to notice anyone apart from himself! 'And you.' her inner voice added. She rolled her eyes. Daphne was such a nice girl. A nice girl who was suddenly beaming at her. She looked left and right.

Suddenly, Eleanor lifts herself up slightly on my lap, her fingers reaching down to deliberately pinch my nipple through my shirt. "Anor..." I warn hoarsely. Before the reprimand can leave my mouth, her lips crash hungrily against mine, her flare dress raised up as her cunt grinds directly against the rigid length of my cock. She deepens the kiss with a wicked, teasing authority. I hold her closer to my frame, my hands anchoring her hips as I barely hear a single word Carlton is saying over the phone. "He flatly refused that timeline. He said this weekend is the absolute latest he will wait before moving to our competitors." I drop the phone onto the desk, completely intending to pull Eleano

She wore a grease-stained canvas apron over her denim shorts, her sun-bleached hair pulled back into a messy, practical ponytail. When she straightened up and caught him staring, she didn't flinch. Instead, she wiped a smudge of dark engine grease from her cheek, leaving a faint streak across her high cheekbone, and offered him a bright, unabashed smile. "If you stare at that clipboard any harder, you're going to burn a hole through the pixels," Eleanor called out, her voice clear, carrying a melodic, confident ring over the hum of the festival crowd. Leo blinked, his ears instantly turning a vivid shade of crimson. The brilliant young data analyst who could outsmart corporate algorithms in

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