Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine Novels & Stories

"Perfect timing! Sansa, dear, come sit. I have an announcement to make." I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of announcement?" "Oh, nothing too dramatic," Eleanor said, sipping her tea. "Martha! Bring in the gift." The maid entered a moment later, wheeling in a large canvas covered by a velvet cloth. "This," Eleanor said grandly, "is my gift to you, Winston, darling. A portrait to remind you of your so-called perfect daughter-in-law." What?! What was she talking about?! She whipped the cloth off the canvas.

Something pulled in my chest. "I know," I said. "I'm not fragile, though." "I know you're not." A pause. "That's not what I'm worried about." I didn't push it. I sat with it instead, the shape of what he had said, the part underneath it that he hadn't. Eleanor's house was large and immaculate and felt like a museum that someone had decided to live in. She met us at the door in a grey dress, hair perfect, expression composed into something that was not quite a smile and not quite not one.

“That’s what you do isn’t it, darling.” “I try to,” I say. “You succeed.” She refills her wine like that’s settled. “Adrian, pass the bread.” He passes the bread. The cousin across from me hides a smile. ----- The thing about Eleanor is that she watches. Not obviously. In the gaps, between sentences, while someone else is talking. She watches the way a person who has spent a lifetime reading rooms watches. Quietly. Completely. Missing nothing. I notice it when Adrian reaches across to refill my water

She swallowed, suddenly feeling ashamed because even her underwear came from her boss himself. Eleanor just slightly averted her face before continuing to put on her clothes. Her clothes were a bit fit on her, so she couldn't close the top button, because of that, the top and middle part of her chest were slightly exposed. She sighed when she saw her reflection in the mirror, somehow she looked formal and professional. She finished getting ready and finally came out, Niro was still standing there. Niro's gaze was fixed on her for a moment, he's stunned. Her uniform was simple and professional, but Eleanor looked more pleasing in that outfit, "You're so beautiful..." he said slightly, so the

“Did you send it for that reason?” “I sent it because Diana would have wanted one woman in this house to receive something without being commanded by it.” Leah’s breath caught. Eleanor turned back to the paintings. “Do not worry,” she said. “I am not asking whose idea of you is true.” Leah went still. The sound from the dining room seemed to move farther away. Eleanor walked again, slowly, giving Leah the choice to follow. She did. “I met Olivia Grant,” Eleanor said. “Twice properly, several times in passing. Enough to know she was well trained. Not enough to know whether training made her happy.”

After sitting for a while longer, Eleanor woke up. She stared at Lily for a long time, as if she had forgotten why she was there. It took her a moment to collect herself, then, looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, who is this person?! How can you stand being with a crazy woman for so long?!" Lily was almost defeated by her exaggerated expression, but still asked with concern, "Are you okay?" Eleanor paused, then shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm fine! The one good thing about me is my poor memory. I only remember the happy things. Everything else, I forget quickly. As for today..." She paused again, then smiled faintly, "Just a momentary lapse."

“Me? I am not very good at handling such men” Olivia replies. “But you are smart, I am sure you will plan something good” Eleanor smirks. She has a plan already. She would do something to attract his attention completely and then.. maybe show him his right place. Olivia notices Eleanor’s empty glass. She has finished the Mocktail. “Want to refill?” she asks Eleanor. “Maybe a Vodka this time?”

They were both tiny and beautiful, but so far they seemed as different as chalk and cheese. She had noticed that Eleanor didn’t seek attention at all. She dressed comfortably and simply. The fabric was as fine as any lady, but the dresses were not as elaborate and had fewer layers. She was well spoken in English, knew little Scotts, and was keen to pick up more. She was often quiet, and she seemed to hide from men whenever she could. That Izzy understood. Perhaps as bonny as she was, Eleanor had learned what men would do if given the chance and started hiding for the same reasons she herself hid from her father and his friends. Ellie was the kindest and most gentle soul Izzy had ever met, wi

The bedsheets looked quite dirty and so was the room and near the door, there was kept a small round dishes with smelly food that Elin have not touched. Her dry eyes still had some tears left which was flowing like a pearl in her last moment seeing that the one she loved, didn’t even came to see her at her last moment. Once a beautiful face lost its shine for the love, who never looked at it! “Aiya!” a woman with long glistening Grey hair entered inside the room with a frown on her face, her hand waving near the nose to get rid of the smell inside the room. She had a notorious personality and Elin knew that she was the mistress Shan brought in her house which she gave all to him just to rece

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.