Eleanor Wish Novels & Stories

Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that. His name is Liam James, a die-hard celebrity with lots of fan girls who swoop over him. CEO, the Boss of all Bosses in Pink Moda and dangerous Casanova of all times. I, Eleanor Reyes, is sure going to prove them wrong. And, they're going to live with that. Eleanor You must be wondering how I met Liam. Well... It was on a very bad day for me. I had been walking back home. About crossing a crosswalk. I had lost the job interview and this made me frustrated.

She told me ok then handed me a card with my picture on it. "To do anything in this building, you have to have this card. Your information will be updated every 2 years. The elevator will scan your eye and this card. If you do not have it, you can not go anywhere. Everything you will ever need or do is in this building. You will not leave here unless the prince takes you out of this building." I was to be stuck in this building for life. Maria led me to the elevator. She pressed the button to make it come. Once we stepped inside, she let me do everything. I slid my card, then stood on my tippy toes to scan my eye. After it was accepted, I pressed the floor button 113. The elevator began to

A few accepted my offer and the rest who did not continue to stay on working for me. Then there were the wolves who most probably did not think that there was a way out. But still, they held their heads high regardless of the hopelessness of their pathetic situation. Eleanor was one of such werewolves. The ones who stood up with their heads held high and who took advantage of any situation she had found herself in. She was also good at playing submissive too, but then afterward, it was all hell. I found it almost impossible to break her, and just as it showed that I was beginning to make progress with her mental breakdown, she had found a way to escape. And the fact that it was not any of my

She had survived the first meeting with Damian’s mother without being rejected outright, and yet she could not ignore the undercurrent of expectation that now hung in the room. Eleanor stepped closer, her presence commanding attention. Isabella could feel the warmth radiating from her, a stark contrast to the chill of apprehension that had settled around her heart moments before. “I have watched him for a long time,” Eleanor continued, her voice softening again. “And I have seen what the world does to him, how they try to chip away at his armor. And now, I see that someone has managed to touch the part of him that no one else has. That is no small feat.”

Eleanor’s POV Freedom is not a plateau; it is a cliff. When I turned the Master Key and initiated the Seed Protocol, I expected the world to wobble, but I didn't expect it to shatter into a million jagged pieces of self-interest. For the first time in my life, I am not "CEO Richard." I am Eleanor, a woman living in the Coastal Hub of Cornwall, three hundred miles away from the empty, hollowed-out spire of the Richard Tower. We chose a cottage by the sea, a place where the air smells of brine and gorse, far from the "Resonance" that nearly consumed us.

Why the fuck am I smiling? “Bo,” she repeats and the sound of my name in her voice does something weird to my insides. “I like that, it fits you.” ******** I can think of four thousand other things I’d rather do than sit in the parlor of this dated brownstone in south Boston. Clipping coupons with my nana sounds more riveting than sitting here with these assholes but a job is a job and money talks. “That little bitch ran away.” Enzo seethes, knocking his fist against the table, the ice in the whiskey glasses clinks loudly from the force. “You should have let me marry her when she turned eighteen like we originally agreed.”

But, I don’t have proof, and that’s what makes it worse. My fingers dug into the steering wheel, leather creasing beneath the pressure. If I had evidence, I would’ve destroyed them already. Eleanor moves like smoke, impossible to grasp, suffocating when ignored, untouchable, careful, never leaving traces. She works from the shadows, pulling strings without ever appearing responsible. She’s smart. She surrounds herself with people who would take the fall before she ever would. Taking her down won’t just require power. It’ll require precision, and patience.

"He’s not looking at a manifest, Jillian. Look closer." Jillian shifted those sharp, analytical eyes past the fuel slips to the guest docks, where a sleek, beautifully restored wooden sailboat from the opposite side of the cove had just moored. Standing on the deck, securing a heavy marine cleat, was a young woman with sun-bleached hair, wearing a grease-stained canvas apron over her shorts. She was the local shipwright’s apprentice from the northern ridge—Eleanor. Leo was standing on the dock just a few feet away, holding a clipboard, entirely frozen. When Eleanor looked up, wiping a streak of dark grease from her forehead and offering him a bright, unabashed smile, the brilliant young prog

Finally, as they pulled to a stop before the manor's imposing front door, she spoke. "Miss Eleanor was a student of impossible things," she said carefully. "Botanist, some called her, though no university ever gave her that title. Others said she was a witch, though she laughed at such nonsense. Truth is, she understood growing things in ways that made professors write letters and newspaper men take photographs, though she never let them publish what they found."

She tried to convince her. "Shei, I know him. He won’t run away because of something like that. I trust him. He has a reason why he’s not here. But I know that he’s coming back." She smiled at Sheila and went back to unpacking her belongings in preparation for their class. Eleanor has always been known as the top achiever in her class. She gives it her all in whatever she does, especially in school. Because of her talent, she was admired by many. She sat there all day, listening to the lectures and not thinking about Lucas. She was in the midst of her final class period of the day. Eleanor used her phone to divert her attention away from her thoughts.