Eleanor Chipettes Novels & Stories

She was nothing. She's done. She's finally done. I set down my wine glass and reached for my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I dialed Sophie's number. She answered on the second ring. "Sophie. Tell me you saw it." "I saw it." Sophie's voice was calm, measured, but I could hear the satisfaction beneath it. "Eleanor did exactly what we needed her to do." "She called Katherine an ex-wife. She said the marriage was a mistake." I laughed, the sound light and joyful. "Katherine is completely out of the picture. Mikel is done with her. We won, Sophie. We actually won."

"Eleanor will be interviewing for that team soon.” Now both of them had left their table and were standing beside mine. My stomach dropped. He'd noticed me. Of course he'd noticed me. How long had I been staring like some creepy stalker? I didn't know what I would say if they asked to sit here. "Eleanor, this is Charlie," Sebastian continued, gesturing to the woman. "My assistant. The one you've been corresponding with." "Oh." I blinked at her, my brain trying to reconcile the efficient, businesslike emails with this elegant woman. "I'm so sorry, I thought—based on the tone and the name, I assumed you were—"

“Oh, this is delicious. Damon Rice, the man who’s allergic to emotions, might actually be in love. And the best part? His competition is Gavin Black, and my competition is Piper” I groaned. “Don’t start matchmaking wars, Eleanor. The last thing I need is you stirring up another scandal.” “Oh, come on,” she said, pouting. “You had your scandal. Let me have mine. The people deserve entertainment.” “People?” “Yes — me,” she said, pointing proudly at herself. “I am people.”

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

She looked at me. “She sees you as competition.” “I’m not competing for anything-” “You’re not. But she is. She’s been positioning herself as Kael’s future mate since she was sixteen. She thought if she waited long enough, played the game correctly, he’d eventually choose her.” Eleanor smiled grimly. “Then you showed up and ruined twenty years of planning.” “Twenty years?” “She’s thirty-three. Do the math.” Eleanor sipped her wine. “I never liked her. Too calculating. Too cold. Not right for Kael at all.”

"...officially be my wife. Anyone who bets against her, bets against me. And I do not lose." Eleanor watched the feral, utterly untouchable American billionaire slide a ten carat diamond onto the finger of the pale, dark haired woman. The champagne flute in Eleanor's hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a deeply rooted, aristocratic rage. "Turn it off," Eleanor commanded, her voice sharp and brittle like shattering glass. A uniformed servant immediately muted the television.

As we were in the middle of a scuffle between Philip and Jessica, a video started playing and I watched as Eleanor trembled. " Who captured this?"Eleanor asked. I saw that the video clip and picture had been displayed. What caught my attention was the same lady coming out to say she was the one. All this time she has been the one helping us out with the information of what was going on. If we had depended on ourselves alone, I am not sure we would have caught the culprit. That was the first time I heard her say her name " Eve Hunter" . The way the words left her lips made me want to capture her lips that moment.

He then leaned close and whispered in Eleanor's ear, "You should give me a chance instead. I'm younger and much more interesting than Shawn." Eleanor looked at him, her gaze brimming with obvious contempt. Emma was so focused on me that she didn't even notice what Charlie was up to. Eleanor chuckled faintly and said, "Your lover is practically throwing himself into my arms right now, Ms. Jillard. You should probably step in now, right?" Emma glanced over at Charlie and saw him practically leaning all over Eleanor. Her expression became extremely grim, saying, "You probably just hired some random actress to put on a show, Shawn. She looks like the type who's been through every old man's bedro

She was always the girl with a plan and would do anything to get money in her hands, no matter how ugly the path would be. Eleanor Clayton- Presley Smith Eleanor is a child of 5-years-old. She is a twin child and has many adorable features. Her smile is just a radiation of job and happiness. She is a “play by the rules” type of child and often stayed out of trouble. In school, she is regarded as a “teacher’s pet” as well. Shy and innocent is Eleanor best described. Though she tried to be brave in some situations, her fear and shyness always managed to take over. She was not the best at making friends and always attracted bullies because of her vulnerable nature. She although possessed a gre

She didn’t touch anything cheap, only the rarest, most expensive pieces. The kind of items that had to be specially requested. She was flipping through an emerald silk gown, deciding whether it was extravagant enough, when she spotted her. Eleanor Sinclair. Scarlett’s smirk was instant. Of course, she was here. Eleanor was a vulture in Chanel, a woman who fed on gossip and thrived on social destruction. Whatever happened in this boutique today would be all over the elite social circles by nightfall. Scarlett already knew she’d be attacked, and she was more than ready.