Eleanor Wish Novels & Stories

she whispers, not quietly enough. "I am aware," Eleanor says, perfectly pleasantly, "and I find it keeps conversations efficient." She gestures toward the exit. "Shall we? I believe Zion was promised a hot dog." Zion, who had briefly lost interest in the adults, snaps back to full attention. "The hot dog," he confirms, with the gravity of someone remembering a sacred obligation. * * *

Eleanor is smiling, her dark eyes bright, her small hands reaching for the camera. Whitmore speaks. Her voice is soft, almost tender. She says, I am closer than you think. I am in your walls. I am in your head. I have been inside your home. I have touched your daughter’s things. I have held her blanket. I know her scent. Tonight, I will take what is mine. Not the institute. Not the money. Not the revenge. Her. Eleanor. She should have been mine from the beginning. The video ends. The screen goes dark.

"I was just so arrogant and impossible back then, thinking the Spectrehowl Pack and my mother would back me up forever. I looked down on everyone. Even when she was nice to me, I thought she was just trying to suck up to me. Then my mother went to prison, my father was executed... and I realized I had absolutely nothing left. I honestly thought they'd throw me out the second I became a commoner, but they kept sheltering me anyway." Adelaide suddenly changed the subject. "What kind of person was Eleanor? You lived with her for years, you should have a good read on her character." Wanda thought back to her years of clashing with Eleanor. All the incidents that used to make her shake with pure

She stood there, radiant in a black mermaid gown that accentuated her curves, her presence commanding attention. "Why have you dressed like that?" Kayden's voice faltered slightly, caught off guard by Eleanor's unexpected attire. "My wish," Eleanor giggled mischievously, motioning for Kayden to take a seat as she pulled out a chair for him. "Sit." Kayden eyed her cautiously, unsure of her intentions as he settled into the chair. "What is all this, Eleanor?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. "Food... your favorite food. All of it," Eleanor replied, a playful glint in her eyes.

After everything was done, I felt like all the strength had drained from my body. I collapsed to the floor, hesitating for a long moment before finally calling the number I hadn’t contacted in over a week. I tried to steady my voice, choking back the tears. “Chris, remember the archaeological dig you mentioned in Riverdale? Do you still need more people?” A light and teasing voice came through the phone. “Of course! Is the brilliant Tess coming to join us?” His playful tone made me smile, even though I had just been crying. We agreed to give me a week to sort out things here before heading out.

but Eleanor only felt the overwhelming urge to tear Rhiannon into pieces, “Then take power, Eleanor. Let me help you finish what you once began. Push her into the pit again. Tear her apart before she tears you,” Eleanor’s breath came fast and ragged. Her hands trembled, but her heart... her greedy, angry broken heart pounded with dark temptation, “You… you can give me power?” The witch smiled, slow and triumphant, "Enough to make her allies shake. Enough to make Ethan see that he chose the wrong side and take you back. Enough to show everyone that they chose the wrong person, that you're not to be messed with!” Eleanor’s lips parted, her pulse racing. She's read many books before, those fant

“I knew if they found me… it would all be over. For everything. And I couldn’t let that happen.” Her gaze softens now, and I see something tender and fierce behind it. “And there was you Dom”, she says. “What would happen to you if I was gone?” Dominicus doesn’t speak. He just continues to stare at her, breath shallow, his jaw clenched. Eleanor says with a sad smile. “I’m not proud of the years I spent hiding. But I wasn’t doing nothing. I was healing- letting the darkness leave me. But it was too slow. So all I could do was watch. And wait. I was waiting desperately for a miracle. Because the more the years went by, the closer the witches were getting to their goal.”

"There's no need for that. I don't want to marry you. If you keep saying that, people could easily get the wrong idea." A flash of guilt crossed Eleanor's eyes. She said with a wounded expression, "Victor, seeing the aurora was always Joe's dream. I know that you're blaming me, but I couldn't let his wish go unfulfilled. You know that I only see Joe as a friend." I scoffed, and whatever lingering attachment I had vanished with her words. I replied coldly, "You said that you couldn't let his birthday wish go unfulfilled, but what if his wish is to become a dad? Are you going to have his child too?"

In the dark, still night, neon lights in the city started coming to life. Eleanor sat on the bench at Brindle Lake Park, looking like a lost soul as she stared into the shimmering stars reflected on the water. Her wishful thinking still haunted her, embarrassing her. "Let me think about our future." "Dexter, I've made up my mind. Let's…" … Eleanor chuckled all of a sudden. That was it. It was nothing more than wishful thinking, and yet she thought it would come true.

Once I’m out of sight of the main building, I hurry toward the docks where I know the boats are kept. However, as I hurry along the long trail, I hear voices. I quickly dart into the trees, staying out of sight. Soon enough, I see two people walking together. I recognize them as counselors. Cheerleader Barbie and Ferguson. They seem to be involved in a deep discussion. As they cross the point where I’m hiding, Annabelle stops. She seems to sniff the air, a strange expression crossing her face. I recall how she was able to hear my conversation with Quill that first day we got here, and I hold my breath, nervously.