Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine Novels & Stories

Several hours ago… Eleanor's office. Eleanor stood before the mirror, slowly applying her lipstick. She glanced at the bookshelf, at the miniature listening device disguised as a decorative ornament from the corner of her eye. Her mouth turned into a cold, mocking smile. 'Richard… Trent…. You arrogant men really think I wouldn't notice such a petty trick?' She picked up her phone and called Melvin, deliberately raising her voice so every word would carry clearly through the device.

Can’t wait to show you off today. Show you off. She swallowed and typed back. Can’t wait. The lie slid out easily. Too easily. ~~ By eleven thirty, she looked perfect. Pale blue dress. Soft makeup. Hair smooth and neat. Innocent. Eleanor once said blue made her look pure. Safe. Like a woman who would never cause trouble. Inside, she felt hollow. The Callahan garden was flawless. White cloths stretched tight over tables. Crystal glasses caught the sun. Roses bloomed in obedient rows. Everything looked planned. Controlled.

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.

Eleanor's study smelled of bergamot. “Pathetic.” She said, her voice dripping with disgust, but she didn't look up from her ledger, the ancient book spread across her desk like a corpse on an autopsy table. “First you lose the wife. Then the patents. Now you let her mock us with this… pantomime.” I remained standing despite the exhaustion weighing my bones. “The safe was a distraction. She wanted us to…”

It was a pathetic realization. "Honestly, I don't think the 'pitiful' look suits you at all. Why do you have to put on such a performance just to get a man’s sympathy? When your personality is trash, no amount of gold can make you classy." Olivia spoke up as she walked over to join me. Eleanor glared at us, her teeth gritted in rage. "You." She bit back whatever she was about to say, smoothing her expression into a mocking smile. "Regardless of what you think, I am Eddie’s fiancée. Take a look at yourselves, dressed so shabbily with no figures to speak of. Eddie would never be interested in a child like you. He only likes mature, sexy women like me."

"Now see how shocked she is. Don't worry baby girl, it's not contagious. Now come hug the old woman." Eleanor is a beautiful old lady with a great sense of humour. She opens her arms wide and hugs me warmly. "Welcome." "You are very pretty. Your green eyes remind me of my husband." Oh, God! These green eyes you gave me. They remind everyone of someone. They even reminded Trent of Sophie. Then I finally met her and there was nothing like... Just the colour...

“I knew you would come around.” Eleanor had taken a shower. She was wearing a black maxi and had no shoes on. “I bumped into one of the girls working here. I wandered and lost my way. I couldn’t locate the kitchen so when I asked her for directions, she snubbed me like a plaque and walked past me.” Eleanor supplied with her hands resting on the counter. Sylvia sighed and grabbed the cookie board. “She’s chubby and has red curly hair I guess.” “Yes.” Sylvia shook her head. “It’s Shane. She’s always moody.”

Eleanor arrives home just in time to read her a bedtime story. I wait in the kitchen and reheat some pizza for her, searching online for new candle fragrances. I’m obsessed with scents and candles and use them at home, work, and even in the gym. I know it annoys everyone, but I still collect and gift them. They can clear unwanted smells quickly but delicately and don’t overflow my senses. "Thanks for today again," Eleanor slumps down on a chair, exhausted. She works as an accountant for a big company, and they seem to always be behind schedule. She must work on some Saturdays to catch up. They need more people at that company.

Thank you for inviting me here. Author : (smiles back) Thank you for coming here. So Eleanor, could you please tell our dear readers a little about you? Eleanor : Ah sure! Well hello guys! I'm Eleanor. Just Eleanor. I'm twenty-two years old. My birthday is on the 13th of December. My favourite colour is purple. I guess… that's all? Oh yeah! My nicknames are El, Flower, etc. Actually just call me whatever you like. Author : Okay! Sooo you are from Eleneas?

Eleanor seemed stuck, frozen in place for a moment and a blush appeared on her face as she instantly forgot that she was just upset with her mate a moment ago. “Y-yes,” Eleanor stammered, her voice softening as she spoke. “I was saying that out of all the packhouses, this one is my favorite. It’s far from the pack, allowing us to be by ourselves. But most of all, this garden... it’s my favorite, do you know why?”