Novel & Cerita Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

the assistant who had accompanied Eleanor to the banquet informed her. Before her departure, Lizzie had entrusted Eleanor's assistant with the Lindisfarne Gospels calligraphy, a gift specifically prepared for Elijah. As Eleanor observed her assistant holding the gift, she couldn't help but feel irritated by the mere sight of it. The words "everyone's gone" further fueled her frustration. "Since everyone's gone, then what are we still doing here? We're going back to the Finch Manor!" she snapped. Eleanor's irritation only intensified as she thought about the gift that had lost its purpose.

"Vivian is such a beautiful name. Serena, I haven't met the right person in all these years. I truly envy you—married to someone like Mr. Blackwood and mother to such an adorable child." The envy in her voice was genuine, even if it masked deeper jealousy. "You'll meet someone perfect for you too," Serena responded kindly, clearly pleased by the compliment. "There's nothing to envy." When dinner was ready, Eleanor finally emerged from her study. Her sharp eyes immediately assessed Olivia, noting the careful styling and expensive accessories. Being something of a fashion connoisseur herself, Eleanor immediately recognized the scent hanging in the air. "Serena mentioned you have a good job now

It was domestic and strange and nothing like the war she had planned for the morning. ‎Eleanor emerged twenty minutes later wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that had Vale Industries printed on the sleeve. She had washed her face. There was eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes. ‎"Pancakes?" she said. ‎"Sit," Lucian said. ‎Eleanor sat on the stool next to Aurora. She didn't look at her brother. She looked at Aurora. "So how did you meet?" ‎"Charity event," Aurora said. ‎"Did he talk about himself the whole time?"

I said My mom smiled at me “don’t worry, I won’t give you a lot of works, it might shock you” I smiled back at her. This is the first time that I smiled back, no wonder why she is so shock. She smiled even more; delighted to my responses When we got home the helpers are there already, waiting for us. I noticed that there are some new personnel in our house but mostly were still the old once I saw the old woman who can’t stop herself to cry “I am glad to see you again, Penny” tiya Calidda said

Unfortunately for her, I wasn't in the business of saving lost causes. "Ms. Brook, you took my money. Make sure to pay me back soon. Otherwise, if this ends up in court, it'll be really embarrassing for you," I said. Hearing that, Eleanor completely broke down and shouted at me. "Victor Blackwell, are you trying to drive me to my death? "I already apologized. What more do you want? Do you really want me to jump off the building before you're satisfied?" Seeing that I had no intention of stopping her, she suddenly ran toward the window, shouting at me even though everyone was trying to hold her back. "Victor, after all these years together, are you really going to be so heartless and drive me

It was one of the reasons our packs were in constant hostility. A woman walked in. Her hair was so dark it reminded me of ravens. Immediately she entered, her purple eyes went soft as she turned towards me. A touch of worry creased her brow. There was something oddly familiar about her. "You're up." She said with a smile. Her smile could make any madman recover his sanity. I gasped at her and nodded, unable to speak. "I'm Eleanor. I'm the-" The old man moved forward with a scowl cutting her short and said, "We shouldn't be so gentle with him. I don't trust this one."

Nina left the tray of tea and snacks a while ago on Eleanor's table. But Eleanor was so busy that she couldn't set time aside to enjoy it. Afterwards, it got cold. However, she had no attention to it. She was roaming all over her room looking for an important file. "Where did I keep it? TCH!" Suddenly the phone rang. Eleanor squinted her eyes since it was an unexpected call. Although she was kinda troubled by it, Eleanor picked it up. “Hello? Eleanor Anderson speaking here.”

" Eleanor signaled for the staff to bring Nora back into the room. When Nora walked back through the doors, her posture guarded, Eleanor actually stepped forward. Her coldness was entirely gone, replaced by a smooth charm. "I apologize for my earlier outburst," Eleanor said, properly introducing herself with a dignified nod. "I am Eleanor Reeves." Nora was startled by the sudden shift, but she accepted the apology gracefully. Eleanor even reached out, pulling her into a brief, polite hug. "Maybe one day I will send a cookbook over for you to learn from," Eleanor teased smoothly, a playful glint in her eyes. "So you don't successfully wipe Arlo out the next time you feel inspired to cook."

“But don’t worry. Life, death, or an act of God will eventually intervene. Enjoy the contentment while it lasts. It won’t last forever.” Eleanor shivered at the bitter truth of his words. “You’ve been content to be alone for three years. So am I the life, death, or act of God sent to shake things up?” “You,” he said, “are a force of nature.” He slapped her bottom and ordered her back to work. They worked mostly in silence, companionable silence after that, speaking only about the books and how they should best be arranged. During a back-stretching break, Eleanor wandered into the corner of a windowless alcove. Two dozen or more cardboard boxes were neatly stacked.

Meera stood there thinking long and hard on what might be the problem there, wasn't she supposed to be happy that she was so powerful. Leia could already tell from the look that was in Eleanor's eyes that she was thinking about something. She could tell that something was holding her back from agreeing to be the person that Meera was coaxing her into, all she had to do was accept and then she would get anything she wanted, and Leia felt she knew what Eleanor wanted the most, she had seen the way the other girl's gaze always drifted to Oliver, the way she had proclaimed that she loved Oliver even when she already knew that Oliver had a mate, the way she launched herself into his arms when all