Giantess Holly Novels & Stories

Because I always know about my competition, it makes me figure out ways to outshine them. "Holly." Applause actually came from the crowd and I roll my eyes. Holly is a crowd favorite. She's from Cinco and a prodigy. Most of the Lunas around Cinco are from her family line. Her waist-length golden hair shines out the most. I bring back my gaze to where Lady Vita was, her eyes shining with awe for her niece. Holly's a lot of things but a Luna isn't one of them. How many names were called? Five?

Expensive. Holly introduced herself to the front desk and they quickly whisked her away into the back. Holly sat in a traditional hair-salon chair in front of a giant floor to ceiling mirror. The front desk woman took Holly’s ski-pants and jacket to hang and dry in the front. Holly felt a little silly sitting in the beautiful salon wearing long underwear and an old sweater. “Hi Holly, I’m Flora.” Her hairdresser stepped out from behind a doorway and greeted her. She had long hair the same color as Merryweather's and the most amazing blue eyes Holly had ever seen. They were so blue, they looked like they might be contact lenses.

HOLLY Holly was running late. That stupid kiss had fried her brain and taken up much more time than she'd realized. And then she'd had to collect the berries from the undergrowth in the failing light. She hadn’t found them all. She just hoped she would have enough for all four of her targets. At this rate she'd be lucky to get there in time to serve the stupid Alphas, let alone slip the berries into the wine while no one was looking. She pushed through another bramble and went ever faster. She could see the lights from the bonfires ahead.

And in a little over an hour Holly had consumed almost half the bottle of vodka and watched about five explicit lap dancing videos. She was tipsy but she also felt like a sex goddess as she practiced some of the moves. A text from Ryder came in her phone signalling that he was on his way. "Ohhhhhhh." Holly thought as she walked into her closet almost tripping on some invisible rope she could have sworn was on the floor. She picked a sexy red wraparound gown she had bought on her shopping spree with Kim. She tried not to think too much about what Kim said. It didn't matter to her. She whispered to herself as she picked out black lacy underwear.

"Pay up, Hollandaise. Because your Stan Davis doesn't hold a torch against my guy." "Wait, who's Stan Davis?" Brigail asked Holly, suddenly at a loss to the name-dropping game her friends were playing. Holly and Jessica paid Brigail no mind. "Oh, yeah? Even if I tell you that he came in with Sophie-Anne Leclerq, the AC/DC heiress?" Holly interjected smugly. "The only way they can top my guy is if she, Stan Davis, and Matt Goss have a threesome on stage," Jessica replied dryly.

"Takes after her mother. But she won't bore you." "I like high maintenance," I lied. I hated it. Hated the constant attention Holly required. I missed how Yvonne would just sit there, grateful I even looked at her. But Holly came with European distribution networks. I signaled the floor manager, and the lights dimmed. Music changed. Holly appeared at the top of the grand staircase. She knew how to make an entrance. Silver dress, liquid metal, hair up. A trophy. My trophy. She came down slowly, locking eyes. The crowd parted. Phones rose. I was being livestreamed to thousands.

The town had been transformed as gold lights gave the place a soft glow, and small silver trees hung high on lamp posts, and in the centre of town stood a tree as tall as the surrounding buildings. Holly pushed open the door to her favourite shop, the bell tinkling as she did. "Oh, hello Holly, getting ready for Christmas?" a lady who worked there asked, stepping around the work bench that doubled as a till, which was covered in different kinds of cloth. "Yeah," Holly walked around, looking at all the materials, she grabbed a roll of gold and put it on the work bench. "I'm making a dress," Holly explained, adding some blue as well. "For your energetic friend, right?" the woman asked, cutting

Was it even possible for her to come out of this as herself, Clarissa, once more? Kieran looked like he was about to ask a million more questions, but it was then that Clarissa moved for the first time since my arrival. She moved a hand slowly towards Allison, only to pause before touching her. “Why?” she asked aloud, her voice still holding that echo in her words. “Clarissa, get away from her,” I yelled, stepping slowly towards her. But it was upon hearing my approach that Allison then looked up with tears in her eyes. I couldn’t be sure if they were from fear or reverence. “Our Great Mother, the Moon Goddess, has appeared before me. Don’t try to interfere, Devil.”

They shrieked at the same time, so I covered my ears because otherwise, my eardrums might break. "Hey! Don't scream! Shame on you! You might make her deaf!" said Kristel. "Oops! Sorry idol, "they said while making a peace sign. "It's alright," I said. "I'm Beann Ryztle Arcangel" introduced the skinny, brunette who had chinky eyes. "I'm Rica May Rubin," said the skinny, beautiful woman. "I'm Nicole Ragusta," said the tall woman who was wearing eyeglasses. "Annyeong! I'm Lindsay Ann Castro. Beann's cousin" said the woman who is only of average height and looks like a silent type and obvious kpop fan.