Ben X Holly Novels & Stories

“What’s your name?” “Hillary. Hillary Diana Clarke.” “Wait here.” He disappears inside, returning a moment later. “He’s coming.” I wait. Then, the door swings open. Ben is standing there. He has heavy, messy curls on top of his head and is wearing an oversized red hoodie with black jeans. He looks taller than I remember. There’s a glass in his hand—most likely bourbon, not wine. He pushes his glasses up his nose and glances back into the living room before looking at me.

Would it be a sin "If I can't help falling in love with you?" Peter was surprised when West sang along with him at the last line. West turned to him with a grin, eyeing Peter's flushed face. "I sing at the bathroom sometimes," comment West. Peter rolled his eyes at the taller man who's laughing at his reaction. West’s really easy-going, Peter thought. That’s what he observed. It seems like he has no problem at all except for the fact that he has insomnia. Other than that, West’s personality is contagious. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask." Peter turned to West, questioning. "Your guitar. There’s a word Sunny engraved on it. Is that a name of a person?"

Holly peppered the leaders in the room with questions. “Holly, one question at a time. You need to re…” Clarence started to speak, but Holly cut him off. “Say the word relax to me, Clarence Donald Folsom and I’ll fly home and kick your ass.” Holly pointed her finger at the monitor with narrowed eyes on her cousin.

"Holly is in a mangled car right now, with a psychopath on the loose, so don't you dare tell me your guys have everything under control. If they had, they would have known that that crazy bitch was following her! Your guys had one job, Lev! One job! Patch me through to Bastian right now!" Bastian was the man responsible for Holly's safety. He was a strapping fellow in his mid-forties, built like a bull and well-known for his nerves of steel and uncanny knack for remaining level-headed even in the hairiest situations, which made him the right man for the job. If anyone could get Holly out of this dumpster fire alive, it was him. And Andrei would be much more at ease if he spoke to him and got

Holly like the sweet drinks and goes for a Sex on the Beach and I like my whiskey so I pour a crown and coke. “I have to go to the bathroom!” Holly said loudly so I can hear her over the music. “Okay I am right behind you” We get about half way and Holly suddenly stops. She starts smelling the air and moving away from the bathroom. What is going on with her? I tried to follow her but she was moving too quickly with how many people were here. I finally catch up to her and she has a deer in the head lights look to her and she is staring straight head. Turning my head I look to see what she is looking at and it is Damian. I get a sinking feeling in the pit on my stomach as I hear Holly whisper