Holly Bell Bleach Novels & Stories

She was making lazy groaning noises. "Holly?" "Mmmmmm..." Hollis couldn't seem to speak, and suddenly grew quiet. As Whitney knelt down beside her, she burst into tears and covered her mouth with both hands. There was the burnt spoon, just outside the lit up closet. A used needle lay right beside it.

mused a voice close to her. Holly turned and came face to face with a sloth hanging on the file cabinet blinking at her with crimson eyes.

Before anyone can say anything else, there's a noise beyond the bookcase — a deliberate clearing of a throat. We all freeze. Slowly, a figure comes out from among the stacks. Blond hair. Perfect makeup, all pink designer clothes. Kill me right now. It's Holly. My stomach drops to my shoes. "I can help," she says.

The colour of her face began to change, and she finally turned into a pale looking monster. Holly suddenly came back to her senses and ran to Bonnie. “My God,” she shrieked with horror. “She completely overtook my head and then switched role with me. I knew what I was doing but it all made sense at that time. I am glad you did not kill me thinking I was her. But how did you know?” Elizabeth pointed at the bracelet on the floor. Holy quickly rushed forward to scoop it up as her eyes began to fill with tears at the thought of her mother.

Chelsea finished. "Holly. I think her name is Holly," Dorian informed her. "She's gorgeous too," Chelsea complimented. "Yes, she is," Dorian admitted as he stood, swooning over the picture that was displayed across the screen. In the picture, it looked as if they were at the beach, having fun. Holly's beautiful brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders, her beautiful skin tanned to perfection. He wished he could taste the warm, smooth, vanilla and cashmere softness of her skin.

he reminded her. “Magic can hide itself,” Baylee murmured. “Jade’s clever.” He touched her shoulder gently. “Bay… tonight’s about us. Don’t let her ruin it.” She sighed. “I’ll try.” --- Blood and Bells The following morning dawned with the soft ringing of temple bells — Melody’s signal for purification rites before the ceremony. The pack gathered by the river, laughter echoing through the mist. Baylee stood in the shallows, her bare feet cold against smooth stone as Melody poured silver water over her hands.

The knife-wielding, blood magic practicing pre-school teacher, was an enigma I planned to learn more about. Holly’s eyes roamed Rowena’s face, undoubtedly seeing the same radiance I had first noticed. She brushed the strands of onyx hair from her face, the same color and length as my own. It was the only feature, along with our slate-grey eyes, that Holly and I shared. “You’re the blood-witch?” Was all she said, her voice much softer than mine.

The intruder banged on the door again, and Holly hurriedly wiped the blood from her thighs, threw the tissues inside the toilet, and flushed it before pulling down her dress and gathering up her stuff. She made her way to the bar, vaguely aware of the dull ache in her thighs when she jumped on the barstool. "I'll have a margarita!" she slurred as she slammed her hands on the surface and rested her head on the smooth marble top. Her phone, chiming in her bag, jolted her out of her drunken stupor long enough to check it. "Well, well." Holly whistled softly at the notification on her Hot Connexions app.

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.

******************** | Hollis | “Again, Holly!” Whitney giggled uproariously, feeling like she was on cloud nine while her girlfriend effortlessly led them through song after song until both girls were breathless and lightheaded. The blonde slowly untangled herself from a slightly let down Whitney so she could wipe her fair, damp brow slowly.