Love, Eloise [Lesbian Story]

Love, Eloise [Lesbian Story]

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Fiction
Romance
Isla Henson, CEO of her multi-billion dollar company Henson Incorporated, has a secret admirer -- or as she likes to refer to them so quaintly; creepy stalker. Letters, clearly written by a typewriter, suddenly starts appearing on her desk at work, wedged between her car's windshield and the wipers and soon starts showing up at places she frequents. She tries ignoring each letter she reads, she tries tossing them aside with each one she reads, but they soon engulf her thoughts. She's curious. She's anxious. And she can't for the life of her, remember ever meeting someone named Eloise.
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