Eleanor

Eleanor, 1910 - 1939. Beloved mother, wife, daughter, daughter-in-law and friend. Eleanor was a girl who once loved everything. Once, a very long time ago. Then, she loved but a few things, her mother, Donna and the satisfaction that deceit and coitus brought her. Perhaps her lack of love was caused by the early death of her doting father, the man Eleanor admired the most, the man that was supposed to scare off boyfriends, help her with school work, make her laugh and play games with her. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for that, not much time at all.

By the age of sixteen, Eleanor was a prostitute, selling her body for inappropriate reasons. Single men, married men, widowers, she didn't care. Knowing that she was the one who could play with the feelings of these men, who could cause divorces, scandals and much more made her happy. Say a client was insanely rude to her, she'd turn up at his house and, bam, he was divorced. It was a nice life, good pay, fun job.

However, one stupid mistake, one game of deceit gone wrong and that made Eleanor's life take a turn for the worse. There's a chance, she may never be the same or happy again.

//Prequel to another story I will write in the future, titled 'Sewn' (name is a work in progress). But that's for another time. For now, enjoy this book and the great amount of time I spend updating it at slug speed!