Rainbow Rowell Eleanor & Park Novels & Stories

It was domestic and strange and nothing like the war she had planned for the morning. ‎Eleanor emerged twenty minutes later wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that had Vale Industries printed on the sleeve. She had washed her face. There was eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes. ‎"Pancakes?" she said. ‎"Sit," Lucian said. ‎Eleanor sat on the stool next to Aurora. She didn't look at her brother. She looked at Aurora. "So how did you meet?" ‎"Charity event," Aurora said. ‎"Did he talk about himself the whole time?"

she inquired, a note of curiosity infusing her words. The girl, her demeanor poised yet humble, offered a simple yet enigmatic response. "Jane Doe," she replied, her voice soft yet resolute, a hint of mystery lingering in her gaze. Aurora held her laughter. Jane Doe? It meant nameless! The girl was both faceless and nameless!! She cleared her throat to curb her laughter and took Jane Doe inside. _____ NEXT DAY Eleanor had packed her luggage. Today they were driving back to the city. She had dumped everything inside except the leather jacket which Kayden gifted her.. the one she wore on their motorbike ride.

Her hair was silver, and she was holding a heavy, leather-bound book. It was Eleanor Wolfe. She wasn't looking at Ethan. She was looking at me. And she was smiling. "Ninety days, Grace," Eleanor’s voice whispered on the wind, though she was a hundred yards away. "The real game is only just beginning."

In her own mind, she warned Benjamin from ever coming in front of her daughter’s way of happiness. It was the next day. The sun rose with a bright shine falling on the Harper Mansion. It was a busy day in the kitchen as some maids rushed forth to prepare breakfast for Tom, Eliza and Eleanor. Eleanor was sitting at the dining table with an adventure fiction book fascinating her eyes. Whenever she got a chance, she would spend the time to finish reading all the books she had in her possession before renting out new ones. She was wearing a navy blue long sleeve top with a plaid red skirt which was her school’s uniform. Her hair was neatly combed with a red band holding it in place and her bangs

It was morning already and the day is bright, and just like King Spencer promised Asher; they were gonna go to the amusement park today. "Why do I feel like something wrong is gonna happen today," Eleanor says, she was sitting in the large seat which was situated in front of the dressing mirror. Meanwhile, Amaya and Willow are standing behind her as they were now helping her out with her hair and styling it beautifully. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about," Amaya says, she was nearly done with Eleanor's hair.

Or at least she had been heartbroken, since now, with her adorable dimples showing and her little hands on either side of her waist, Eleanor was the picture of confidence. - The cards said I won't fall if I take the training wheels off. – Ellie answered his question, saying those words so naturally that he almost choked – Can you take me to the park, Uncle? Mom and Dad are busy and... - Wait, Ellie... – he interrupted her, stunned – Who said you could take the training wheels off?

Eleanor lifted the comic book in her hand and pointed to the cartoon girl wearing a dress on it. Christopher looked at the cute girl in the cartoon, wearing a pink rainbow chiffon dress, thinking he misheard, and asked with difficulty, "Do I have to wear a dress too?" "Chris, is there a problem?" Eleanor blinked her innocent big eyes, very understanding. "Don't you want to wear pink anymore? Alright, then we'll wear the blue set together." “...” ***

“Yeah, after all, practice makes perfect.” Practice makes perfect? I don't know when I turned to look at Zane, only to see him turn to look at me as well. And as our gazes met and locked, I knew I was trapped. ************* Finally when the tension-filled breakfast was over, Jayden got up, grabbed his backpack and bade us all goodbye before leaving for school. Eleanor, my mischievous little munchkin however, lingered a moment longer. Her light blue eyes, like my real ones, sparkled with mischief as she glanced between Zane and me before saying,

The twenty-six people responded in their various ways — Marcus with a sound that was definitely not a sniffle, Dana with her full laugh, Grace making a note she would deny making, Mara looking exactly as prepared-to-be-emotional as she'd said she would be, Rachel holding James's hand, Vivienne with the real version of her expression visible for a sustained period. Eleanor watched from her chair in the front row and said nothing. But her hands in her lap were still and her face had the quality of something completed — the twelve years of patience and engineering and soup made for things that mattered, arrived at this morning, under these roses, with these twenty-six people. Arthur had planted

“You never found any.” She talked as she worked, her voice filling the room, skipping from one thought to the next without pause. Complaints about the company came first, then about the staff, then, inevitably, about Eleanor. “That woman has been strutting around like she owns the place,” Mrs. Rowe said, tugging gently at my sleeve. “Making changes, rearranging offices, pretending she was chosen.” I glanced at her. “You mean Aunt Eleanor.” She snorted. “That witch.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re not subtle.”