Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

The Meeting The following evening, Eleanor arrived at the Montrose estate, her confidence wrapped around her like armor. Gabriella Montrose was one of the most powerful women in Napa, and if Eleanor was going to prove herself, it had to be tonight. The older woman studied her over the rim of a delicate crystal glass, her expression unreadable. “I must say, Eleanor,” Gabriella mused, “I didn’t expect Daniel Cain’s wife to be so… bold.” Eleanor smiled, unshaken. “That’s because most people don’t know who I really am.” Gabriella’s lips twitched. “And who exactly are you?”

she whispers, not quietly enough. "I am aware," Eleanor says, perfectly pleasantly, "and I find it keeps conversations efficient." She gestures toward the exit. "Shall we? I believe Zion was promised a hot dog." Zion, who had briefly lost interest in the adults, snaps back to full attention. "The hot dog," he confirms, with the gravity of someone remembering a sacred obligation. * * *

Then he could play the hero and let me stay, keeping me around as his favorite plaything. I set my champagne flute on a passing waiter’s tray and walked away. The whispers behind me grew louder. "Did she just say 'congratulations'?!" "She's probably just hiding in a corner to cry." "I don't know, she looked way too calm. Almost like she'd been waiting to get dumped." "Eleanor has been obsessed with the Don for years. We all saw it. There's no way she's not heartbroken. She's just putting on a brave face."

“I only need you to lend me one chip.” Don asked, “How much?” I smiled faintly. “Just… one dollar.” I immediately felt every gaze in the casino snap toward me at once. Alessandro Moretti looked at me for a long moment. “As you wish.” The casino doors opened. Four bodyguards walked in. One of them carried a single one-dollar chip in his hand. Lucien looked at the chip and burst out laughing. I reached out and took it. But in the next second— Lucien suddenly grabbed it from my hand.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Her fingers trembled, her other hand curled tightly at her side. She had called Charles over a dozen times and finally, on the thirteenth ring, he answered. “What?” he barked. “Who is this?” Olivia took a steadying breath. “Hi, Mr. Thompson, this is Olivia, Eleanor’s friend. I just wanted to let you know… Eleanor collapsed earlier and we had to rush her to the hospital. She’s in serious condition.” There was silence on the line, followed by a cold laugh. “What is it this time? A migraine? She’s always a drama queen, pulling some dramatic crap.”

Caleb said and then Eleanor heard a deep throaty laugh that made her stomach churn in a weird way. Eleanor opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief to find him away from her as he chuckled. "You should've seen your face!" He said with his laugh and a frown etched on her face. "Idiot!" She muttered under her breath but he heard it as he stopped laughing and his icy gray eyes narrowed at her. "What did you say." She can hear Finn laughing slowly while mumbling. 'I like her already.' "Charlie try '1975' at the end of the password." Eleanor said to Charlie completely ignoring Leon who was staring at her.

She turned to me. “Serena, this is…” “Lady Eleanor Whitmore, Chairwoman of the Rosewood Philanthropist Society?” I interrupted Myles's Introduction, and the woman raised her eyebrows questionably. “Oh, you've been telling her about me, Myles? I'm flattered.” She giggled. “No..” Myles blushed. “Actually, she read the invitation letter.” “Oh, right.” She nodded. “The invitation letter.” I don't know but for some reason our encounter seemed somehow strange. Lady Eleanor seemed like a likable woman with her smiles and all, but she was a little bit.. I don't know older? And what really bothered me was the sexual energy I started to detect between her and Myles.

But the power dynamic had shifted completely. “Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to the same chairs we'd occupied during her previous attempt at intimidation. “We'll stand,” Killian replied. “Suit yourself.” Eleanor settled into her throne-like chair with theatrical grace. “Now, what's this about?” “Isabella Martinez.” Eleanor's expression didn't change, but something flickered behind her eyes. “I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name.” “Maria Santos, then. Professional actress from Barcelona.” “Still not ringing any bells.”

It’s a gentle, grandmotherly smile — the kind you’d expect from a woman who bakes cookies and knits sweaters — but the longer it lingers, the colder the air feels, until a faint, prickling thread of danger curls along my spine. Quietly, I inch a little closer to Dominicus. Eleanor’s been alive for thousands of years — and though she’s never told me exactly how old she is, one thing is certain: she isn’t the type to let this kind of disrespect slide. Finally, Eleanor tilts her head, her voice as soft as silk. “Would you like… a demonstration?” Alpha Stefan falls silent, his sneer sharpening, and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm — the smug, careless kind that says, be my guest.