Eleanor Noble Novels & Stories

The stranger didn’t have to, but he still chose to, and he had saved her from her ultimate demise. Elaine had looked up from the glass cup that she had drained empty, “Elaine.” It was Naomi; her eyes were open, set on the ebony-haired knight. “I got it good this time, and I know you enjoy my company, but you can stop holding my hand now.”

The same code she'd used for twenty years. The safe opened. Inside were files. Hundreds of them. Each one marked with a name. A date. A crime. I pulled out the first file. Senator Morrison. Photos of him with underage girls. Bank records showing bribes. Eleanor had destroyed him. Bought him. Owned him. "Looking for something specific?" I spun around. Eleanor stood in the doorway. She wore a black silk nightgown that made her look like death itself. Her silver hair was perfectly styled despite the late hour.

Sophia said, instantly drawing Eleanor’s attention directly to her. Eleanor turned, looking at her with a puzzled expression. “Do I know you?” “Sophia Simone,” Sophia introduced herself, stretching out her hand for Eleanor to shake. However, Eleanor just stared at her hand with a cold expression. Sophia quickly retracted her hand, clearing her throat. “I am the Senior Consultant at King’s Construction.” “You work with Eric?” Eleanor asked, her eyes narrowing slightly before a look of sudden realization washed over her features. “Ah, you are the woman who was standing by Eric’s side during my father’s memorial celebration,” she said, humming softly at the thought.

But unfortunately, she found nothing. Godfrey’s messages from yesterday were still unread on her silenced phone, which had been confiscated upon her return last night. More insistent texts had likely arrived by now. She imagined them, kind offers of help, and gentle suggestions for today’s meeting. The thought made her chest tighten. If security is this tight, how will she meet Godfrey again? Elena sank onto the edge of the bed, and placed her head in her hands. Her mission was to find the dubious billionaire, who thinks he owes the world and expose him for his wrongdoings.

Silver candelabras flickered, casting a dramatic, dancing glow over the oil paintings of Ray ancestors lining the walls. ​But the most striking thing in the room was the woman sitting at the head of the table. ​Eleanor Ray was in her late fifties, but she possessed an ageless, terrifying perfection that defied time. She sat with the flawless, geometric posture of a woman who had spent a decade under the flashing lights of international fashion editors. Her hair was a striking, icy silver-blonde, pulled back into a stark, impeccable chignon that highlighted her razor-sharp cheekbones. She wore a simple, high-necked winter-white knit dress that screamed quiet luxury, accented only by a massive

Elaine. I looked at the address on the business card I was holding before looking at the tall building in front of me. Noble armor, the jewelry line that Zack owned, was more glamorous than I imagined. I looked at the time on my phone to double-check that I was on time. I walked into the building and made my way to the receptionist’s desk. “Excuse me,” I began and the man looked up at me with a smile. “Welcome,” he said. “Is there something you need help with?”

Anita complained and Catherine waved her hand as a sign of surrender. “Whatever, I’m going.” She said and took her things. She was surprised to find herself in a decent Resto-Bar and was impressed by the taste of her mother’s ballet students. Lyra will sit beside Catherine but Genevieve took the sit and then the other girls were racing towards the other side of Catherine so Lyra just sat across Catherine. “All we know is that you had only practiced ballet so how come you are good in other genre in dance?” Elijah asked. “I watch of clips during my free time.” They were waiting for more answers but that was it.

I'm wearing a light blue sheer illusion blouse and white shorts. "I'm looking for Gavin Wyatt, they say he works here." I said and pointed to the building opposite. He raised an eyebrow, "You mean, Engineer Eleanor?" He asked so my eyes widened in delight. "Yes, yes!" I said and smiled. "Why?" He asked intriguingly so I lost my smile. "Ahm, is he here?" I asked again. "Why then?" He asked and looked at me again as if I hadn't been satisfied before. I regret that I simply wore it, I should have flipped my Dolce & Gabbana dress!

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.