Holly Darlin Novels & Stories

Sometimes it’s not talking, it’s touching. Holly is an extremely physical person, well she used to be. Even with the guys she would have her arm on somebody, be leaning. She had no problem sitting in someone’s lap or opening her arms if they were even slightly sad. She was like the mother hen of the band and maybe when we lost her … that’s when the guys really spiraled. I couldn’t keep them together anymore, and that’s when I hired Angie to run PR. She was exactly the no bullshit personality we all needed to put us in line but the guys still acted like fucktards with no common sense. You could dare Trey to put his tongue in an electrical socket if he was drunk and he’d do it.

As a prima, she had a certain image to uphold and couldn't take things too far. Since Holly had let go of all her illusions about returning to the Institute as a dancer and no longer had remarkable standards to live up to, she had no problem taking things too far. And why the hell not? The last time they met, Lola had shoved her around like she wasn't worth shit. With her bitch-mode fully activated now, Holly inched closer, whispering in Lola's ear as she gave her a brief farewell hug, "Enjoy it while it lasts, friend. One way or another, I'll be back to reclaim what the devil stole."

The others said, greeting him with a smile. Holly slowly stumbled out of her tent, as she finished pulling her boot on. "Morning all!" She said surprisingly cheerful. Kerry and Junip noticed she had a strange glow about her this morning, and couldn't help wonder why. "You sure are cheerful this morning," Vlad said with a smile as he looked at her. Holly had a questionable look on her face. "Really? I guess I had a good nights sleep for once." She then said with a large grin. "Or a delicious dream," Kerry said joking, getting a slight blush from her.

Lily brittled hoping that Amy would consider her feelings, at least tried to honor the invitation before cancelling on it. Turning to her husband who stood by the door while covering the microphone of her phone, she whispered; "That's Lily. She is inviting us to her husband's birthday dinner". His brow arched in disgust. "Since when do I honor peasants' dinner?" He bragged. "You can go but be back before I get home". "Thank you but that would be on Thursday not today..."

The screen lighting up with the caller's name. "Holly."

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

I said and left for my room. I came back downstairs after showering and found Holly on the couch in the lounge, she had changed to a floral tight fitting dress. So it means she had showered and changed as well. " You know it's quite funny, my husband has a personal assistant who's name is Hillary she's also lesbian and it makes me wonder if he intentionally hires like that. " I said as I sat down opposite her.

"She went back home, New Jersey I think. And I think she has a new number now so the old one won't work." Holly has a new number? Ryder asked himself as he glanced at his phone Was she running from him? He asked himself as he looked at the man in front of him who was looking disinterested with the conversation every passing second. "I'm sorry, my name is Ryder Bates. listen, I just really need to see Holly. Do you know how I can contact her? Please?" Darren furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't have her new contact." He said with a frown and Ryder pleaded with him.

******************** | 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.

The first was giving birth to Eve alone. Holly turned to her old friend and did her best to act natural. Hopefully she wouldn’t pay attention to the little girl with her. Holly was certain that her old friend would figure out her secret, just by looking at her daughter. It was the reason Holly had left her old life behind, she knew she would not be able to hide it.