Five Survive Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

So no matter how hard I tried to win you, you never touched me. "Well, congratulations. You're free now." With that, I shut off my phone, leaned back in my seat in exhaustion, and drifted off to sleep. … Meanwhile, in Moon Goddess Church, Alaric surveyed the final decorations with a rare mix of tension and anticipation in his chest. Five years ago, he owed me a proper mating ceremony, courtesy of his mysophobia. He knew I had endured my fair share of hardship for the past five years. He'd planned to use our fifth anniversary as a chance to gather the pack and crown me as his only Luna in a grand mating ceremony everyone would remember.

"Julian, who exactly are you putting on this act for? Standing up for Laura now? Don't you think you're a little late for that?" No one expected what happened next. Julian suddenly flipped the entire table. Porcelain plates shattered across the floor. The sound echoed through the dining room, making everyone's heart jump. His eyes were bloodshot. The tall, composed man who had always seemed untouchable suddenly looked lost. His voice cracked. "Mom, you and me." He swept his gaze across everyone present. "All of us here are murderers." The room fell silent. "You deliberately made Laura suffer. And I got so used to it that I convinced myself it wasn't a big deal. I thought that as my wife, it

"What are you thinking, Luke? Why are you running off on such an important day? Do you want to be the talk of the town?" Luke's face was pale, his eyes wild with worry. "Holly hasn't shown up. I'm scared she might do something drastic with how jealous she's become." Melissa's brow furrowed in confusion. "Holly? She wouldn't come. "You didn't know? She left five days ago. Didn't she tell you?" Luke's world spun. "Mom, stop joking. Where could she possibly go?" Melissa's patience waned. "Joking? Holly caught a flight out five days back, you know..."

"Are you a sow, Penelope? How in the world are you able to still get pregnant after five miscarriages? I study medicine, so you can't trick me—I know signs of pregnancy when I see them. "I'm going to become Sam's real wife soon, and you're nothing more than just a useless substitute for me. You're the outsider in this relationship, and he's just using you to satisfy his physical needs, got it? That child inside your womb will never be anything more than a bastard. "Right, do you want to know what happened to your past five stillborns?" Then, she took out her phone and shook it in front of my eyes, as if she was showing off, and my entire body shuddered in anguish.

Every second that passed could be the determinant of life and death. Mrs. Narti's body was cold and limp, but I didn't give up. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the sweat that was starting to soak my face even though the air was still morning. "Come on, Mrs. Narti… hold on…," I whispered, like a mantra, while continuing to pump. Some residents finally came and immediately scattered towards the rice fields where Julien and the village head had gone earlier. "Quickly call Julien! Quickly!" I shouted once again without taking my hands off Mrs. Narti's chest.

But there weren't many survivors from what Holly could see as she watched the forensics guys drape white sheets over several bodies. "Do you think Veronika's one of them?" she wondered, hope welling up in her heart. Holly wasn't one to wish ill on anyone. But in the very short time she had known the Bratva princess, she had proven to be the bane of Holly's existence. She wanted Veronika dead— "I don't think so," said Eric, drawing her out of her vengeful thoughts. "But her crew definitely took more hits—" Holly followed his line of sight when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, wondering who or what had stolen his attention.

Remy was still cold to Sharon and hadn't proposed about their failed wedding again, but they were upstairs on the third floor of the mansion. Rex saw Jessica wincing in pain as she stepped out of the elevator and into the living room. Without asking Jessica any silly questions, Rex rushed up to her and assisted her to his car outside their family mansion, taking her safely to the hospital. The hospital was the same private hospital as Dylan and Rosie's. Rosie was also rushed to the hospital the same morning as Jessica, but in Dylan's car. While Rex helped his sister out of his exotic black Pathfinder SUV, Dylan was spotted helping Rosie out of his Porsche car.

I sighed, knowing his main purpose was nothing but death. "No problem, you know you're my number one right," I said in a playful tone, chuckling. I might as well make his last memory of me a good one, right? "Oh whatever, Athena Hendrix. I know. I will always be your number one," he said, a smirk crawling up on his face. I cringed as I looked at him. "I take that back," I said, pretending to gag. He laughed and turned to look at me.

she asked. Evan pulled a phone out of his pocket and pressed his thumb down on the screen. “Hello?” “Put the woman on,” Evan ordered. “Hello? Hello?” Jessa slumped in relief as Holly’s voice came across the phone. “Holly, are you okay?” “Jessa, I—” Evan shut the conversation off before Holly could say any more. “Well? Do you plan on killing me here?” she asked Evan.

she yelled. My mother was stunned by her yelling. She stared blankly at the death certificate in her hand. The official words stared back at her: "This certifies that Charlie Sawyer, female, 25 years old, died on July 7, 2010. She suffered three years of brutal abuse before her death. Her reproductive organs were severely damaged, and her body bore countless injuries..."