Eleanor Noble Novels & Stories

The sight before me did not make me regret living for nearly 300 years. Eleanor's black eyes slowly returned to their original amber color. A few drops of my blood wet the corners of her mouth. Without taking her eyes off me slowly her tongue licked the remaining blood around her lips. All thoughts of restraining myself almost shattered at that instant. "Nicholas ... " Her slightly wavy auburn hair stuck to her cheeks, Eleanor looked like an angel ready to take my life. And I know I wouldn't mind. Unlucky. How can I survive this? I closed my eyes for a moment to gather the remnants of my defenses. I took another deep breath to calm myself down, but the smell of Eleanor that had mingled with

“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.

As Helen's face reddened, Eleanor took another sip of her tea and continued casually, "I've never been one to interfere in other people's family matters, but Rafael is my nephew. After his great service to the country, why should he be forced to marry Carissa when there are so many noble young women in the capital? If you had invited Carissa today, I wouldn't have come. A woman like her, who can't even tolerate a husband taking a concubine, is too narrow-minded for my taste." Eleanor lifted her gaze to scan the other noble ladies present. "Remember my words. Some people are worth associating with, while others should be avoided to prevent catching their petty airs and ending up with a reputa

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.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she hurried to answer it, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw Knight standing on the doorstep, his face a mask of barely suppressed anger. Beside him stood Glythe, her expression cool and assessing, her gaze fixed on Eleanor with a hint of disdain. Acting on instinct, Eleanor quickly concealed the pouch behind her back, hoping to prevent Knight from seeing it and questioning its presence. She didn't want him to know that Niro had returned her belongings, and she certainly didn't want him to see Niro's calling card.

“The location of the Nromais is at 12 o’clock. Hurry!” At that same time, Ellaine sat on the sofa across the TV. She had a teen magazine on her lap and the box she received on her birthday on the side table. She was currently having one of the best weekends ever. First, there were no classes. Second, she had the house to herself because Aunt Caroline spent the day with her best friend. Now she had the best leisure time with all the entertainment she needed. And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day.

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?”

Eleanor It was 10:56pm, on the third Saturday in December, Ella accompanied me to the club, dressed all in black in her role of my bodyguard. Her no-nonsense military boots, baggy outfit, and sinister visage promising to do damage to anyone who manhandled me beyond what they would pay for had been exactly the comic relief I’d needed to get my legs working and out of the house. The Blue Butterfly club was so well hidden in an obscure street in the city that we had to go into a dingy umbrella shop to inquire about the address I had been given. An

“Too close. Whatever distance there was between them, it’s fading. I find it harder to push them away from one another when she is not even allowing me around her. She claims to be constantly busy, that she is now Luna, and that I can’t just expect her to be free for me.” Elijah’s gaze lingered on me, sharp, calculating. “She is dismissing you and is closer to him…” he repeated, rolling the word on his tongue. “That’s not what I wanted to hear. I thought that you’d be able to do a better job than that.” “I did what I could, I tried to stir trouble, tried to play the role of jealous mistress, but he kept bushing me away.” I replied, my voice taut but measured. “I went to her. I tried to stir

Hunter screams at me, and his eyes have this murderous look that makes my blood run cold. I’m actually thinking about running, but my feet feel too stiff to move. I can’t even make myself move when he’s holding me down with a glare like that. “Ten months ago, Hunter, you told me you found the solution to your little problem,” Eleanor says. Her voice is all clean and quiet, like she has perfect etiquette, but she’s still pinning me down with her gaze. “You said you’ve got the perfect woman. She’s resilient, building a tech empire from nothing, and she’s emotionally stranded. Therefore she’ll be the perfect candidate.”