Eleanor Leywin Novels & Stories

“I’m Yolanda Jones, the chief designer of The Vault. As a part of your prize, you will be working under me.” “Oh, my god!” Eleanor turns to Andrew and hugs him tightly for everyone to see. Then, she turns to Yolanda and shakes her hand, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “I’m honored beyond words to work with such a legend!” “Congratulations,” Yolanda mutters dryly.

Her voice was too quick, too sharp, betraying her. Ava didn’t notice. “Where do they live? You should go to them in person. Eleanor’s using proxies to gather delegated votes. You don’t want to lose that share.” Madison forced her voice steady. “Yeah. I’ll check into it.” Across town, Eleanor leaned back in her chair, her assistant hovering nervously by her desk. “A cooking teacher?” Eleanor repeated, her brow arched. “Yes,” the assistant replied. “She goes by Clare. Teaches a cooking class, very popular among wealthy wives.”

"You're not stupid enough to be that negligent, Eleanor. Hiding your face would have shut off the camera. But it got one individual an invite to a party." Eleanor stared out of the window as she spoke. She won't make it, while Vivian rested her elbows on her knees. > "That was my impression of her too. Until she came alive." --- Leya – Alone, but Unbroken Leya sat in her room. Notebook open. Pen still. Her list was longer now. She didn't use names. She knew patterns. How they lied. When they touched ground. Who was spying on whom? What Eleanor had on when the lights went off.

Leah was tall for a woman at 5'11", but she could tell she would probably only come up to the man's broad chest. He had to be well over 6 ½’, maybe closer to 7’. She knew right away by his scent that he wasn’t a dragon. Dragons had a distinct scent, like firewood mixed with something that uniquely identifies each individual. This man did not have the scent of firewood at all. He smelled like apple pie with an underlying scent that Leah recognized as wolf. She returned the man's smile, a slight blush darkening her cheeks. "Sorry. They're just really good." The man chuckled. "Is that seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the chair next to the one Leah was occupying. Leah shook her head. "Not at

Eleanor confirmed, the single syllable carrying the weight of decades of buried injustice. A beat of heavy silence passed, filled only by the distant hum of city traffic and the thrum of Hunter’s own racing blood. “Evelyn isn’t being reckless, Eleanor,” Hunter said slowly, his voice now devoid of any lingering doubt, filled instead with a cold, clear purpose. “She’s not acting on a whim. She’s going after the truth. The very truth you just uncovered.” Eleanor’s tone softened slightly, a hint of understanding in her voice. “That explains her meetings with the journalist, Nina Vargas. The criminal defense lawyer, Abigail Lane. And Adrian Wells. She’s building a case, not just for vindication,

Daisy Hunter opens the door of her office, immediately she meets face to face with her boss Wade Roberto. "Daisy, I was actually coming to meet you at your office." His voice was barely above whispers. "Okay, I was actually bringing the paperwork of Mr Chan Lee for you to sign." Daisy said, her voice laced with bewilderment. As they walked through the corridor, the chandelier's light shimmered through the entire corridor flooding the whole corridor with a touch of grandeur.

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

he handed her a bag that Eleanor immediately took. Niro swallowed for a moment, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, "It's your uniform, I'll just wait here," he said quickly. Eleanor perked up and secretly smiled, "Thank you," she said. Eleanor closed the door and went back to the bedroom, she opened the bag and there was a white button ladies longsleeve and a pencil black skirt, there were also black semi heels. At the very bottom of the bag, she saw that there was also a pair of red underwear. She swallowed, suddenly feeling ashamed because even her underwear came from her boss himself.

“For what it’s worth? I think you’re going to kick ass.” *Eleanor’s Estate* Eleanor had transformed her library into a war room. Books about pack law lined one wall. Historical records of Luna ceremonies covered another. And in the center, a whiteboard with what looked like battle plans. “You’re late,” Eleanor said without looking up from her tablet. “We came straight from the office-“I started. “Excuses are for people who don’t want to win.” She finally looked at me, her expression sharp. “Do you want to win?”

‎I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing, and she seemed satisfied enough with my silence to let the conversation move on to lighter things, the foundation’s upcoming gala, a piece of art she was considering for a new wing of the children’s hospital, small ordinary topics that nonetheless felt like she was still quietly studying me underneath all of it. ‎It was near the end of the meal, the plates cleared away, coffee arriving in small careful cups, that she mentioned the name. ‎”You should meet Rebecca Sloan,” she said, like it followed naturally from whatever had come before, though nothing had. ‎”Who’s that?” ‎”The Blackwood family lawyer. She’s handled our affairs for decade