Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

My enemy. My gaze drifted toward Eleanor as she worked the crowd. She wove in and out, like a practiced hostess would do, just the right smile at the right time, just the right champagne flute in the proper hand at the proper moment. And still in her late fifties she conducted herself with a steel-backed grace that had taught her decades ago that charm had a sharper edge than knives.

Eleanor's pseudonym was Jessica, and she deliberately made her gesture different from her Eleanor self. "Let me get your dessert for you, Mr. Ronald." After that, Eleanor stood up and went to another table. There were already many desserts and various banquets. Eleanor's gaze fell on a small potted plant as a table decoration. Since her back was to everyone on the sofa, Eleanor used it to place the spy camera. As much as possible, Eleanor made subtle movements, letting the spy camera that recorded the sound beam towards Mr. Ronald and the VVIP guests. Suddenly, the sound of a door being forced open was heard. Eleanor gasped slightly as she heard a familiar female voice.

She picked up a rock and ran towards Lucien, intending to attack him with the rock in her hand. "Duuukkk ..." "Ugh ..." Lucien immediately kicked Eleanor's stomach, just before the rock landed on his head. Princess Eleanor grimaced in pain and fell to her knees, holding her stomach. "You bastard! do you know why I asked you to this place? I want you to be the food of my hungry dogs!" *** theoodof my hungry dogs!" ***

Employees struggled to come and go; many simply took leave and never returned. Zachary panicked completely. He summoned Brian to his office, berating him from morning till night. But no amount of shouting could fix the chip. Brian went from pounding his chest with promises, to silent avoidance, to eventually not even daring to enter Zachary's office. Cornered and desperate, Zachary finally remembered me. At that time, I was in Genting's top-secret lab, reviewing the core architecture parameters of a new chip with my team. My personal phone, lying in the corner of the workbench, kept vibrating. I glanced at the screen, pressed the hang-up button, and flipped it face down on the table, returni

Damien asked, directing his gaze back to me, clearly expecting me to speak up but before I could continue, Eleanor beat me to it one more time. "Oh, Damien, it was horrific!" Eleanor said as she suddenly burst into hysterical tears, her shoulders shaking with so much despair that made my blood run completely cold because I knew what was coming next. "I was merely trying to help her down the stairs, darling! I saw her coming out of her quarters looking so pale and unsteady, and I knew how fragile she was, so I came to guide her. But she... she suddenly got so incredibly violent! She looked at me with such hatred, Damien, and she pushed me down without a single word of warning! She tried to ki

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turn She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.

he said, with that practiced wave of disdain, as if the paper itself were absurd and beneath notice. Sophie, seated with an imperious poise, let a slow, deliberate smile curve her lips. “Eleanor had an imagination,” she purred, voice low and honeyed. “Always writing, always dreaming, always… dramatizing.” She leaned back, tapping her fingers against the table, exuding the kind of unearned confidence that came from knowing she could get under anyone’s skin.

"Subject 0." "Eleanor didn't build you," Felix said. "She harvested you. You were the only survivor of the first Medusa trial. The woman you saw on the screen... she’s the one who stayed behind to let you go." "My mother," Isabella whispered. "The real Eleanor Vane," Felix said. "The woman in Jersey is an impostor. A high-level corporate spy who took the name and the life after the fire." The car swerved as a Vane SUV rammed our rear bumper. The metal groaned.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

She had short black hair and freckles on her face. “good day miss, I was sent to help you prepare” I opened the door wider for her to come in. she walked in and set her equipment down. “I’m Elena” “Camila, please” I sat down on the stool and she got to work doing my makeup first then my hair. Once she was done. I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror.