Eleanor Noble Novels & Stories

"We're simply concerned about the unusual activity at Thornwick Manor. Eleanor's death was hard enough without having to worry about strange goings-on at her property." "Eleanor Bloom was a remarkable woman who dedicated her life to understanding the natural world," Sarah replied, her voice carrying the measured authority of someone who had spent decades navigating the delicate balance between truth and discretion. "If her granddaughter has inherited both her property and her passion for botanical research, then we should consider ourselves fortunate."

If she was going to die she would die fighting with pride and as ferociously as she could muster. Mother Eleanor is one of the Elite fighters in the Kingdom, she was trained since she was of a young age as she was the only heiress of one of the strongest packs in the kingdom, so she knew that she could try to protect her precious Wren with everything she has. "Would there be lights in the rooms?" Asked the now panicking young Luna. "Yes, there are torches we will light them, do not fret." Answered the Queen earning herself a sigh of relief from the younger female.

I asked him with a kind smile before I looked down at his hand on my arm. "Sorry for my mate, George take your hand off the girl. We just wanted to speak with you a moment is all. I'm council woman Eleanor Hindley, and this is my mate councilman George Hindley. You must be Novalie?" She asked sweetly as she looked me up and down. Her mate, Councilman George released my arm just as my dad and Xavier walked over to join us. I was sure the old man had grabbed my arm as an intimidation tactic, until he saw my dad and Xavier.

She looked ageless, her skin smooth as porcelain, her eyes cold as a lunar crater. "Eleanor," Julian said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "I see you’ve spent the last decade playing goddess in the dark." "And I see you’ve spent yours playing peasant in the mud," Eleanor countered, her gaze shifting to Clara with a look of clinical curiosity. "The 'Wild Variable.' Tell me, dear, was it worth it? Trading a galactic empire for a vegetable patch?" The Heart of the Summit

She patted their heads with a familiarity that made Kan’s pulse spike. "I need Timothy," Eleanor said. She’d ditched the formal suit for loose, tactical-style silk pants and a light shirt. She looked like a woman ready to run or fight. "Timothy is off the clock. You okay, Gam?" Kan looked at his friend. "Yeah. She’s been... hospitable," Gam replied, though his eyes were wide. Eleanor’s smile didn't reach her eyes. "I appreciate you bringing in my problems, Nelblack, but I need my lead strategist. Now."

"I am here. Show yourself. Shifting in the darkness. An honest, older woman wearing expensive yet modest clothing emerged from the moonlight. She was unrecognizable to Sera. "I appreciate you coming by yourself," the woman remarked. "My name is Eleanor Cross. For thirty years, I have been involved in the conspiracy.

​"Security to the North Wing Nursery. Code Silver. Unauthorized removal of a minor. Repeat, Code Silver." ​I looked at Liam. His eyes mirrored my absolute horror. ​Eleanor wasn't going to wait for the lawyers. She was taking the only leverage she had left. ​And she was taking the evidence of her own crimes with her. Eleanor has snatched Leo and the blue rabbit containing the evidence of her crimes. With Liam trapped in a hospital bed and Nora newly empowered but physically helpless, can they stop the Matriarch before she vanishes with the heir and the truth?

"You made the experiment seem like a success to stop her from being suspicious." "That's right," Eleanor's voice echoed. "Eliana was powerful enough to defeat me back then if she had discovered the truth." I kept walking, following the path of the dead until I reached a small, cleared area. The air shimmered, and a throne materialized from the shadows, wrought from twisted, dark metal. Seated upon it was Eleanor, finally revealed. She was dressed in a gown of shadow and blood-red, her expression one of supreme, cruel satisfaction. "I allowed them a few years of their happy little ending before I struck," she said, examining her nails. "That was mercy enough."

His face fills the screen, tie loosened, whiskey in hand. “. You owe me a yacht for killing Celeste’s video.” Ethan smirks. “You sank one in Paris. We’re even.” Dante laughs. “Fair. Lila, you look smug.” I hold up the tablet, its Eleanor’s portrait, her eyes are narrowed. “Working on her villain arc.” Dante whistles. “Frame it. Hang it in the nursery.” I throw a pillow at the screen. “Out.” **** Eleanor’s Townhouse.

Cassandra, as always, would take advantage of people's weaknesses. Eleanor, who had been about to leave after going to the bathroom, put her phone away in her bag after hanging up. Raising her head, she looked in the mirror — her hair was a little messy, and there was a trace of struggle in her eyes. She took a deep breath. Lowering her head, she splashed cold water on her face. About ten minutes or so later, Eleanor returned to the coffee shop from the bathroom. What she didn't realise was that when the waitress in the coffee shop saw her return to sit opposite Writer Vane, a strange look flashed in her eyes.