Eleanor Noble Novels & Stories

"That's Hope." Eleanor walked toward her slowly, like she was approaching something sacred. She stopped a few feet away, not touching, just looking. Hope looked up at her, this stranger in her house, and for a moment, the two of them just stared at each other. Then Hope smiled. Held out a block. Eleanor Knight, who had commanded boardrooms and intimidated senators and made me feel like nothing, sank to her knees on our living room floor. She took the block from her granddaughter's hand. And she started to cry.

“Stop lurking and bring her in!” Eleanor Knight sits at a dining table overlooking Central Park. Tiny, maybe five two, silver hair perfect, sharp eyes missing nothing. “So,” she says. “This is the girl who broke the internet.” I have no idea what to say. Eleanor’s lips twitch. “Relax, dear. I don’t bite. Much.” She gestures to a chair. “Sit. Let’s talk about why my grandson is suddenly dating someone he’s never mentioned.” I sit. “I’m Zara Bennett, Mrs. Knight. Lovely to meet you.”

Her hair was silver, and she was holding a heavy, leather-bound book. It was Eleanor Wolfe. She wasn't looking at Ethan. She was looking at me. And she was smiling. "Ninety days, Grace," Eleanor’s voice whispered on the wind, though she was a hundred yards away. "The real game is only just beginning."

She could clearly hear all they were saying. “Huh? Why’s here?’ “That’s why I said things are a bit complicated but I’ll explain later.” “Sophia….” “What?” “Cordenia really?” “What..why?” “I don’t like them.’ “Huh?” Sophia sounded quite confused, just like she was. “Those people can never be trusted, they’ve done a lot of terrible things.” “But-“ “I’m not exactly from cordenia.” Eleanor decided to clear her doubt. “I’m from Narva actually.” She added when the lady only raised her brows at her. “I’m sure you must’ve heard what happened between-“

Eleanor stepped out, her dark wool coat lending her an air of mystery. She approached a shadowy corner where a woman waited, her face partially obscured by a hood. The woman stepped forward and lowered her hood. It was Lena. Alive and well. I wondered if you changed your mind, Lena said calmly, a small smile on her lips. Eleanor handed over a thick sealed file from her bag.

Eleanor asked slowly, her tone calm but heavy with meaning. Silence followed. A deliberate silence. Then Kylie exhaled proudly. “I never let you down,” she replied. Eleanor’s smirk deepened. Her eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good,” Eleanor whispered. She ended the call and slipped her phone into her bag. She wore her overcoat, the expensive fabric falling perfectly over her shoulders like armor. Today… She was going to war. ♦♦♦ Two cars parked at the same time in front of the building. The sound of engines dying echoed in quiet synchronization.

Then, the ceremony began, and the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. Eleanor stepped out from the shadows of the forest, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still. She was breathtaking. Her white gown flowed like water, made from the finest silk and embroidered with silver and gold threads that caught the moonlight that now hung in the lovely sky. Her long, red hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing a face that was both delicate and fierce. Her eyes, deep and luminous, held a storm within them—an untamed fire that made my heart pound. She walked towards me with measured steps, her posture graceful, yet distant. She was stunning, but I knew the truth beh

But, I don’t have proof, and that’s what makes it worse. My fingers dug into the steering wheel, leather creasing beneath the pressure. If I had evidence, I would’ve destroyed them already. Eleanor moves like smoke, impossible to grasp, suffocating when ignored, untouchable, careful, never leaving traces. She works from the shadows, pulling strings without ever appearing responsible. She’s smart. She surrounds herself with people who would take the fall before she ever would. Taking her down won’t just require power. It’ll require precision, and patience.

Several well-dressed guests exclaimed, "What a beautiful and kind-hearted young lady! She's sure to become a wonderful doctor who will save many lives! Mrs. Blackwood Senior, you're truly blessed with great fortune and longevity!" Noelle felt embarrassed. Even though she had saved Eleanor, she hadn't expected her to keep mentioning it. "You're all too kind," she said politely. Christian had already noticed the tall, elegant figure beside Eleanor. Dressed in a cream-colored turtleneck sweater and dark jeans, Noelle's long hair cascaded over her shoulders. She looked gentle and absolutely stunning.

And since Aaron is the victim and definitely hates Neil's guts then that only leaves one other person. "Aaron, be very careful," Eleanor whispers, her voice trembling with fury. "I have served this Council for thirty years. I have balanced every book, accounted for every cent, and protected our interests long before you came into the picture. Do you really think I will jeopardise all of that?" "Maybe not for the wrong person. But for the right person, a person you believed in, then yes." "You're insane," She scoffs, "Do you really think I’m foolish enough to sign off on something that could be traced back to me?"