Greg X Holly Novels & Stories

I heard from Corey. I turned slightly and blinked several times as I took in none other than Holly. THE one and only … Holly. She was dressed in mint green scrubs with a stethoscope around her neck and her hair was in a messy bun that women wore when they were tired. Then again it was probably 2am by now. But fuck she looked good. Too good. Merry fucking Christmas.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

she said, hoping she sounded happy to hear from him even though she wasn't. "How's my leading lady doing?" he asked. "You have a new leading lady now." "Lola has nothing on you. You'll always be the best prima the Institute has ever had," Cooper said, earning himself a smile from her. He always knew how to feed her enormous ego. "I miss you. This place is dead without you. Have you seen the papers?" "Yep," Holly said. "And I just survived an intervention." "Over our photos?" "Among other things," Holly replied vaguely, glancing out the window, at the hiking trail. Liam had one of the best vistas she'd ever seen, and if she wasn't averse to living near him, she'd totally buy a place in Green

Frank's and Colin's eyes were filled with guilt and excitement as they stepped forward. Oscar stood off to one side and watched Holly in heavy silence. He had a thousand words crowding his mind, but he wasn't sure where to begin. He knew that their mistakes had caused her immense suffering, and he feared that drawing too close might hurt her more. Holly frowned and couldn't understand their sudden transformation. Her expression cooled as she pushed Mary away and said, "I think you've made a mistake. Look carefully. I'm Holly Webster, not the precious daughter you've always cherished, Stella Webster."

Holly replied studying the dress. Once at the house, they did not have long to get ready. Holly went straight to Maggie’s room. It took her less than two minutes to change her clothes. While Maggie styled Holly’s hair she did her own make up, as Eve had forgotten to get her mother shoes to go with the dress she dug through her aunt’s closet to find a nice low rise pair of black strappy high heels like her aunt Maggie suggested.

As they were of a similar age, they’d found themselves friends. “My secretary said I have to start doing more positive PR,” Graham replied, rolling his eyes. “Apparently, just launching rockets isn’t enough anymore.” Nathan chuckled. “Graham, I’d like to introduce you to Holly Jones. She earned this years’ award. Holly, this is my friend Graham.” Graham held out his hand and shook Holly’s with a firm grip. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. What grade did you say you teach?” “Second grade,” Holly replied.

Lady said. Holly was one of the new interns and she was known for her brilliant Kung-Fu skills. She had gotten into self-defence training before joining the agency, of course oblivious to the fact that she will not be needing those skills with the kind of superpowers she had. However, after having developed a passion for the sport, she now continued it as a fitness regime and often displayed her tactics to amuse her friends. *-*-*-*-*-*-* Lady, Elizabeth, and Holly checked into a B&B as soon as they arrived in Maine.

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.

Alex raised an eyebrow. He definitely remembered Holly, especially since she was his godsister. She nearly died when Sydney Yeager, the granddaughter of the Mountain Warrior elder, tried to force her spiritual root out of her body. They had to use the Natural Divine Fountain to preserve her spiritual meridians. A while ago, Holly followed Dorothy and stayed with her eight disciples. He had also heard from Dorothy that Holly managed to grow a new spiritual root, which was even more potent than before. It was a deity-tier root.

“And she’s succeeding.” Before I could say more, my phone buzzed. It was Finn, my legal adviser and longtime confidant. “Alex, we need to talk,” Finn said urgently. “I’ve just received word that Gina’s been working with someone new. Holly.” The name sent a chill down my spine. Holly was one of my former associates, someone I had cut ties with years ago when her ambitions became too unpredictable. “I’m on my way,” I said, ending the call. --- Later at the Office