Eleanor Wish Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, you’re one of us.” Vladimir could only smile sadly at her. In his eyes, she’s someone whose beauty could never be battered by time. With her long eyelashes, pouty lips, round face, and sharp crimson eyes, everyone would be cursed to not stare away. For his twelve-year-old body, Eleanor was taller, way over five feet. He barely reached her chest, so when he reached out to embrace her, his hands only linked around her waist. “Thank you!”

She trembled as Eros's warm smile greeted her. “Why, Kanya? Didn't you come because you missed me?” Every step, Eros got closer to her. He sprinkled red rose petals with every step he took that fell from his hand. Kanya noticed the same thing over and over again, and soon the thing she feared would happen. “I said, don't come closer!” she shrieked in a loud voice. Eros purposely shook his head in disapproval. “Make a wish, Kanya.” Kanya's heart seemed to sink into her stomach as Eros's dreaded sentence slid from his lips.

That was no way to live. “That’s not a bad idea,” Eleanor said, smiling down on her friend who was looking at her expectantly. Even though she didn’t say it, she had always wanted to go outside. Eleanor knew the moment that she told stories to her about what was outside, and her eyes would twinkle with curiosity. Plus, it would be better for her to remember nice and new memories that would make the old scary ones disappear. She didn’t have to remember anything that included her mother. Eleanor had already sworn to herself that she would be the only family that Amara would want and need. She grabs her hands and starts walking outside, bowing and waving at the other maids. “Please wait for us,

"Look in the mirror, Evangeline! You are beautiful. That must be the prime motive.” Evie rolls her eyes and looks back at Alec’s messages. "I shouldn’t accept. Yesterday Ruby and I finally got along. I should go out with him and not with another man.” "Blah, blah, blah. Look at the things Alec can give you. It’s what you deserve.” Evangeline’s greatest wish was to tell her friend that he was not the prince she appeared to be. That he was actually crazy enough to buy a piece of land to get a woman stuck with him.

I make it short, and he looks at me through narrowed eyes, confused, but I decide not to explain my crazy interaction with whoever that was, but do what I brought him here to do, and take the checkbook from my bag. “Tell me your name, please,” I request as I fill in the other fields, including the amount. “Why?” He asks suspiciously, making me smile. “Because I want to make your second biggest wish come true,” I answer as I look at him expectantly, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, not sure if he should talk, or if he can. “J-James Wilson.” He stutters in a shaky voice, probably realizing what I’m doing, and after I finish, I rip the check and give it to him.

“Does it matter? I’m back now, so why don’t you just forget about it?” He scoffed. “Forget about it?” His voice was rising, becoming angry. “He fought me in my own backyard and then took my wife, and you went with him, willingly. How dare you humiliate me like that? Who is he to you?” “I simply took a chance to do what I wanted,” Eleanor told him. “I wanted to go to Darkfall to get some medical training and gain skills that would be useful to our pack, but you chose to be unreasonable about it. He offered me a way out, did you want me to refuse? Do you intend to keep me locked up here like your little pet or something?”

It pains him, and he can’t help but sneer at himself. In the garden, Qillalon debriefs his pack and soon dismisses them. Meanwhile, Eleanor is on her way to him. She fixes her hair and her white silky sleeveless dress that accentuates her curves and chest area. She was excited to see Qillalon again, as the last time she saw him made her realize the feelings she had for him never left, and she knew she was still in his heart. Her excitement quickly turned to dismay when she saw him walk to the infirmary just to stand at the door and stare at someone inside the room.

Nick tried to keep Hope from licking the floor, which she seemed determined to do. Eleanor arrived late, carrying a beautifully wrapped gift. She was wearing a elegant dress and her signature pearls, her silver hair swept up in an elegant twist. "I'm sorry I'm late," Eleanor said. "Traffic was terrible." Emma hugged her. "You're just in time." Eleanor walked to Hope. "Happy birthday, little one." Hope reached for Eleanor. Eleanor picked her up and held her close, her eyes soft with emotion. "She's so big," Eleanor said. "So beautiful."

The guilt was the price he paid for being alive when Dom wasn't, and he had been paying it for three years, and the payment had become so routine that he had stopped noticing the cost. "I'm not going to tell you what to do," Eleanor said. "I know better than that. I've known you long enough to understand that telling you what to do is the fastest way to ensure you don't do it." She stood. The movement was slower than it had been when he'd first met her — she was eighty now, though you wouldn't know it from her mind — but there was nothing tentative about it. Eleanor Fitch did not hesitate. She had not hesitated in seventy years of moving through the world, and she was not about to start now.

"If you love her so much, then I'll make sure she dies!" Charlie screamed and caught me in his arms. "Maddie, don't do this to me!" Lucas' face went white as he kicked Cynthia away. "Maddie, I'll take you to the hospital. Stay with us. Please hold on. Don't close your eyes." I could not hear what came after that because I had already died. Before long, I arrived in a completely dark space. A voice said, "Sonia O'Neill, you have fulfilled Maddison's wish. You can return home now."