Novel & Cerita Holly Bell Bleach

Mel bravely stepped between them despite visibly trembling. “Move away!” Dr. Holly screamed hysterically. “I’ll teach this hickey girl a lesson! How dare she talk back to me like that?!” She looked almost insane as she continued trying to strike Belle anywhere her hands could reach. “ENOUGH!” A thunderous voice suddenly echoed throughout the hallway. Everyone flinched—including Dr. Holly, whose hand abruptly froze midair. ****😳😏😳*****

"Hahaha! This is the attitude you should've had from the start!" After making herself comfortable on the couch, she introduced herself, "You can call me Holly. Holly Nexon." Felix crossed his arms, still a little confused. He said, "I'm not interested in who you are or where you're from. What exactly do you want from me?" Holly smiled, pointing at him with her right hand. "Wasn't it clear from what I said before? You have their smell on you, which is why I've been looking for you. Well, to be specific, I smell nine of them."

Holly voiced smoothly. As Damon crashed onto the mattress, his breaths coming in fast, uneven gasps, Holly was already on her feet. She buckled a leather harness around her waist, a thick, dark dildo protruding from her hips as she led me toward the heavy wooden table. Tugging my hair sharply behind my ears, Holly leaned down and whispered into my neck. "I told you. You're way too much woman for him." Very slowly, she pushed the vibrating tip against my entrance and slid it up my soaking walls. I clenched around it instantly, its deep, mechanical pulse dragging wicked sensations straight from my core, syncing perfectly with my racing heartbeat.

I took a defensive stance in front of Aimee. “Excuse me, who are you exactly?” I asked with a growl. “Oh, I’m sorry. You must not recognize me.” She said and then with a snap of her fingers he appearance changed she became taller and thinner. Her brown hair turned to white and straightened away the curls. “Nichole?” Michelle asked with a look of recognition flying over her face before she wrapped her in a big hug. “Where have you been?” Michelle asked looking worriedly at her old friend.

“It’s still business so I must say that’ll cost you another fortune. I must insist you go outside to—” Holly rolled the marble between her thumb and forefinger, raising it up toward the ceiling. And a rain cloud appeared overhead as the blue smoke dissipated from the marble. It began to pour. “Easy.” A huge grin was plastered on Holly’s face. “That’s how it’s done, Your Highness.”

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

"Yield, Sloane. Give her what she wants. Submission is the only way out..." I pulled the collar of my silk blouse up over my nose and mouth, squinting through the toxic haze. I moved with the silent, predatory grace I had perfected in the Abyss. I didn't need a map. I simply followed the scent of the expensive sandalwood Jessica always wore, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of Sloane’s adrenaline. I reached the heavy, reinforced door of the server room. It was sparking violently, the electronic lock completely fried from the outside. "Sloane!" I shouted, my voice muffled by the silk.