Eleanor Noble Novels & Stories

“Damian.” The sound of that voice—firm, feminine, and far too calm for the moment—sliced through the haze like a bucket of ice water. His mother. Damian froze. So did Isabella. They turned, slowly, as if moving faster might shatter what little dignity they had left. Mrs. Eleanor Knight stood at the open door of the office. Elegant. Composed. Amused. She wore a navy Chanel suit, pearls at her ears and throat, her silver hair swept into a sleek chignon. In her hands: a white porcelain tray stacked with homemade chocolate chip cookies.

He took a long sip of his wine, looking more relaxed than he had at the docks. "The wine is good, Ciaran. Drink." He poured me a glass. Then the doors at the far end of the hall opened. Dylan and my men walked in, and in the middle of them was Eleanor. The air in my lungs just stopped. They’d put her in a simple emerald dress that made her skin look like cream. Her blonde hair had been neatly braided and woven together, falling over her shoulder in a thick coil. She looked so beautiful. My eyes followed her as she was led to a table in the center of the hall, right in front of where Rhidian and I sat.

That confidence lasted exactly twelve seconds, right up until I saw his mother. Eleanor Vale was grace in human form. Sleek silver hair, diamonds like frost, and the kind of posture that said she’d been judging people since birth. She stood near the grand piano, holding a glass of wine, looking both elegant and… slightly terrifying. “Mother,” Ronan said smoothly. “This is Sarra.” Her eyes swept over me once, polite but cool. “Sarra. Finally.” I smiled. “It’s so lovely to meet you, Mrs. Vale. You have a beautiful home.”

As soon as he stepped into the penthouse, Ary opened the email fully and began reading: Elena Ava Nolan, born December 25, 1997 to Jon Patrick and Gina Marie Nolan, both of Essex, Massachusetts. Mother, deceased. Personal Details: - Age: 23 - Nationality: American - Marital Status: Married (Bradley “Brad” Hawkins) Residence and Employment: - Last confirmed residence: Shared condo with Bradley Hawkins in Lawrence, MA. - Last known employment: Junior Chef at Scavos Eatery, Essex, MA, from where she resigned, citing “personal reasons”

Stone exterior, garden that had been tended for decades by someone who understood that plants needed to be argued with rather than controlled, a front door painted dark red that was the kind of color chosen by someone who knew their own mind completely. Eleanor herself opened it before the car had fully stopped, which meant she had been watching for them, which told Lena something important about how much this lunch mattered to a woman who would never say so directly. She was small. That was the first thing. Lena had imagined someone larger, built to the scale of the family she'd created, but Eleanor Black was small and neat with white hair cut efficiently short and eyes so dark they looked

I know. She never failed to amuse me with her remarks. I never seen her smile. She always have something in her mind. "Down to Earth Noah", Drake snapped his finger at me. I shrugged and we both went to have lunch. My mind drifted off to the girl named Eleanor Blue Anderson. She is a question that I'm trying hard to find an answer for years. Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

There had been no one there a few moments ago. The woman was tall, with curly golden hair that fell past her shoulders and to the small of her back. She was the most beautiful woman Eleanor had ever seen. She seemed to radiate brilliance, and Eleanor had to squint as she looked at her. Was she an angel? Was she here to lead her to the afterlife? "Who are you?" Eleanor questioned. "Selene, the Moon Goddess." Eleanor blinked. She had to be dreaming. Or she had to have died and... Right. She was dead. She was truly dead. "The Moon Goddess?" she whispered.

Eleanor suddenly whipped her head around and asked, "Why me?" Michael gently patted her cheek with a loving expression and replied, "It's because Nebula Group has sent Dexter to do the bidding for the project. You know him better than anyone else, so your presence alone should be enough to rattle him." Eleanor's voice was strained as she exclaimed, "That's way too underhanded!"

With her newly found powers and the Witch's assistance, she would quickly defeat every Pack there was and become the Supreme Alpha. It was a given. No one would be able to defeat the witch. And Rhiannon...must have been ripped apart by the Rogue by now. Speaking about ripping someone apart, Eleanor's gaze turned to the Omega who was standing over the dead body of Orion. Naina. Naina's mind curled with fear as she saw Eleanor staring at her with that vicious gaze in her eyes. Their fight had left Eleanor completely defeated, and Eleanor has been itching for revenge since then. This was the perfect opportunity.

Just for a second. "Ahem." The sound snapped me back like a rubber band. I pulled away, blinking as if waking from a dream, and finally noticed her. Eleanor stood just inside the doorway, watching us with the smug amusement of someone who knew she wasn’t welcome but didn’t care. She was dressed in a sleek navy-blue pantsuit that fit her like it was tailored just for her, emphasizing the slender curves of her body. The blazer was left unbuttoned, revealing a silk camisole beneath it. Her blonde hair, styled in a flawless bob, framed her face—sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and lips painted in a deep, wine-red shade that made her look both intimidating and effortlessly elegant.