Eleanor Wish Novels & Stories

Eleanor's smile grew broader. "Isn't that reason enough?"

she said rhetorically. Isla pulled away and sniffled back her tears, “She was mean to you too?” “Oh darling, she was mean to everyone in skirts.” Eleanor chuckled as she replied to Isla. “I pray to not be a jealous wife in the future.” “That makes sense,” Isla exclaimed. “I thought she was a random senior employee responsible for the interview.” “No, she is the first lady,” Eleanor said. “What made you receive her venom? I'm curious as to what an innocent girl like you must have done to tick off the bomb.”

They planned to tarnish my reputation and revoke my eligibility to study abroad. After everything was resolved, I visited Talia to thank her properly. She sighed and said, "If you wish to thank me, do me a favor." It was then that she told me about Wayne and his first love, Yuliana Quinn. They had grown up as childhood sweethearts. But on the eve of their wedding, Yuliana died in a car crash while trying to save Wayne. When he woke up and learned what had happened, he fell into an unrelenting grief. He locked himself in his room thereafter, effectively shutting out the world.

"Yes. All first born daughters from the royal family have special powers. I thought you would know that by now. Have staying in the palace for weeks taught you nothing?" Eleanor was not interested in werewolves or stupid magic anyway. She did not even believe in such myth. "Not a single thing. I am going back to the palace. Have fun with your magical flowers." She saw Emma’s eye roll before she stalked off in the other direction. All efforts Eleanor had put into searching for her neighbor went to nothing and that made her a bit unhappy. She was making no progress in finding Nicky either. Evie had drawn her up a warm bath when she got to her room. It lifted her mood up a bit. Her maid always

Typically Izzy had found that if the animals avoided someone she usually wanted to as well, so she had steered clear of her as often as possible Eleanor was wise, courageous, and always kind. Eliana was educated too, but seemed a bit naive, never certain of any decision, and often blunt with her words, though she did seem to be trying to be more careful when she spoke. In fact, at the moment she was looking at Eleanor and fidgeting a bit, as though wondering whether or not to say what was on her mind.

"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.

However, Eleanor was not too concerned about these rebellious elements because her stepmother had loyal followers who would confront and deal with those planning to rebel. Therefore, her current focus was on one specific action: to kill Ivanka. This was her ultimate goal. But now, Chiara and her family seemed so incompetent that Eleanor questioned whether she had chosen the wrong pawn. She narrowed her eyes and fiddled with her phone, trying to stay composed. Standing beside her was a tall, handsome man named Alexander Valentine. He was her trusted confidant and lover. Seeing her expression, he could not help but ask, “Your Grace, we actually have ways to help. Why did you turn them down?”

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall woman with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed silver hair, Director Yearwood looks like she belongs in one of those prissy rich kid schools. But she’s here, overseeing the five islands. Her office stands out from the rest of the camp facilities, done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, with a huge intimidating fireplace, a plush carpet, and mysterious low lighting.

Eleanor's affection for Reynard was no secret among them, as she had always openly expressed her feelings. "Here’s something for you, and something for you," Eleanor said, handing out souvenirs to Reynard and Felix. The three of them ignored Tasha, who stood there fuming. "So, is Arion inside?" Eleanor asked, pretending not to know. "He hasn't arrived yet." "Oh... Then this is for him." "Go ahead and put it inside," Reynard said casually. Tasha quickly stood up, folding her arms across her chest. "Wait!" she shouted. "Why does she get to go in?" she demanded, pointing at Eleanor with a glare at Reynard.