Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

—Tristan— Eleanor was everything I’d hoped for and so much more. A queen in my game of chess, indeed. Noble and proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too. She made me want to break her. I emptied my scotch and hit the bar. Jerry refilled my glass. The whores had gathered at the other end of the bar as far away from me as possible. As usual. “She’s so beautiful,” the whore who had brought Ellie clothes said to the others. She was. Ellie was a masterpiece, almost too beautiful.

Libido and a maddening sensation were surging in him again. Eleanor poured liquor again. "For the nullity of my marriage." She raised the shot glass. Knight thought Eleanor would drink it again. But he was surprised when Eleanor poured it onto her cleavage. Knight's mouth gaped. "It's your shot, lick it," she said. Knight's 'pet' twitched strongly, accompanied by his quick move. His tongue immediately attacked the liquor on Eleanor's chest, savoring not just the alcohol but also her soft chest that felt like marshmallows on Knight's lips.

Holy fuck, this girl can open her mouth wide. And I mean. Wi. Hi. Hiiiiiide. “See something you like?” she questioned, doing it again. “Darlin’, I see a lot of things I like.” She rolled her eyes and ate another chip. “Of course you do. You’re drooling, Aiden.” “Els, you’re eating them like you’ve never had them before.” She paused, a chili-coated chip halfway to her mouth. Her eyes dropped to it, and I stared at her, her silence anything but accidental. Or maybe it was—who fucking knows?

The Chip's Echo Rosanna pov- I sat in an overstuffed chair, my silver hair reflecting the light of a single candle as my heart swelled at the sight of Valenticia sitting at the oak table, her long black hair falling about her shoulders, the glow of her Laptop throwing her face into shadow. Dr. Marrow’s mind chip—Lazareth’s endgame—whirred in her drive, its secrets like a sword poised over us both. I gripped my teacup tighter, the barely visible steam off the bergamot a frail comfort, fear thumping in my chest—*what would it show me? * Valenticia’s determination, her promise to uphold Eleanor and James, my daughter and son-in-law, was a fire I respected, yet Gregor Galden’s influence—his smea

Looking back now, if I were in that conversation I would have added some things about Eleanor that I found interesting. One was that everytime she felt overpowered or overwhelmed, she would bite her bottom lip uneasily. Like she was doing right now. Another thing I had noticed was that, she was ever hungry, had an appetite bigger than that of an elephant and still managed to maintain her demeanor shape. She loved junk food, she wasn't a pro when it came to cooking, heck I don't think she knew how to cook and her smile ooh her smile. Her rare smiles also in a way made things better.

“Ask someone else, I’ll stay here.” Iris gulped down the citrus champagne that she has been drinking for the whole time she was there, making her go to the bathroom in every twenty minutes. She diverted her attention to the party. The party was not boring, the musicians are playing lively and melodramatic songs and were engaging with the guests, the ushers and usherettes were continuously offering food as if they were indefinite but tasted really delicious. Eleanor was breathtaking with her baby blue ball gown that was designed like she’s Cinderella, except that she truly is the princess of the mansion. The real Eleanor had all the features of her parents. Mrs. Dale’s willowy eyes, fair comp

Several hours ago… Eleanor's office. Eleanor stood before the mirror, slowly applying her lipstick. She glanced at the bookshelf, at the miniature listening device disguised as a decorative ornament from the corner of her eye. Her mouth turned into a cold, mocking smile. 'Richard… Trent…. You arrogant men really think I wouldn't notice such a petty trick?' She picked up her phone and called Melvin, deliberately raising her voice so every word would carry clearly through the device.

She was watching some show on the TV with Scarlett but the moment I entered the living room, I became her reality show. “I’m sorry” I began to say but the little woman before me wouldn't let me speak. Forgive me for saying little. Eleanor was little until now. Yes her size was the same, her aura just doubled. She was a fireball. A sweet little fireball and with the extra menacing way in which she looked at me, I already knew I was seconds away from being burnt. “My room…now!” she commanded and I just agreed without a single word of complaint. “And then what happens to the popcorn?” Scarlett asked

The marble sheet cracks, the letters chipping away. “Fuck you!” Eleanor yells. “I hope you’re burning in hell, you little shit!” “Ma’am!” The attendant is appalled. “Ma’am, what are you doing?” Eleanor ignores her. She continues to trash Allie’s grave. In complete horror, the attendant backs off. She hurries to her office to get her phone, dialing Melissa’s number.

Chapter Thirteen Eleanor's POV My heart raced as I tried to think of an answer. Who exactly was I? For a second, I regretted opening my mouth. Maybe if I had stayed quiet, they wouldn't have paid much attention to me. “I've been looking at her since she stepped in with him,” another shareholder said, his eyes fixed on me. “Why would you bring someone who isn't supposed to be here into this room?” Julian and I exchanged a quick glance. He didn't even hesitate before he started talking.