Holly Darlin Novels & Stories

Harrison POV The night was going flawlessly so far, and I was exceedingly proud of everything! Holly was the one to find the strippers, and I must say that she did an extraordinary job with them! Their police outfits were classic, there were two of them, and one blonde and one brunette? Genius!

Valerie knelt there, watching, not sure what was happening now. Holly tossed her pants to the floor as she sat back down and spread her legs, her wet slit possessing a small patch of red curls at the top but otherwise bald. “If you can suck off my man,” Holly said, “you can get your slutty mouth over here and get me off.”

The hatred in her eyes that grew stronger each day gave me a great deal of pleasure. How did it feel when the daughter you loved the most did this to you? Well, there was no rush. This wasn't even the most exciting part of the show yet. Mom deserved to die, and Amy deserved it even more. I wasn't going to let either one of them get away unscathed. … Five years later, Amy returned with her son, Dylan. Thanks to my interference, she didn't get to live the glamorous life she did in my previous life. Despite being only 25 years old, she looked like she was in her 30s instead. Her hair was graying, and she had wrinkles around her eyes.

**HOLLY** She had just turned nineteen and yet, walking the street, any passer-by would swear she couldn’t be older than sixteen. Sweet sixteen. That was probably why she always got away with so much—her small body and big puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to. She was liked by everyone who met her and cherished by all those in her life. And yet, Holly had never actually been in love. She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously.

Whitney slid into her vehicle and started to back out of the parking spot, turning and taking off in the other direction. Holly. Her heart did jumping jacks. “Yeah.” Hollis muttered softly to herself, for the first time feeling hallow and empty without the company of another. No, not just anyone. Whitney York.

"You'll see how hard I get shoving my fingers up my pussy while I watched the two of you watching the two of us." "Eventually?" I repeated. "I have to admit to a twinge of jealousy when I watched Lana strip off her shorts and her top right next to you," Holly said. "But as I watched her frigging her pussy while she had her eyes glued to what Sandy and I were doing-completely oblivious to you and your stiff dick poking out of your fly-the exhibitionist in me came out and she really got me turned on! That's when I took my laptop into the bedroom so your Holly-cam could film me jilling off."

, the crowd said in unison, making me feel the vibration of their voices in my chest. “I know your all wondering why there is a gathering here today. I have brought you excellent news”, he continued, and looked back at me with a bright million dollar smile. One that could make any woman melt at the sight of it. A smile that I was far from immune. “I have brought you your Luna”. Everyone looked between me and whoever was standing next to me. There wasn’t a cheer or booing but just confused looks that masked their faces and thoughts. I looked next to me and saw Riley standing there in a slip dress just like mine. She was trying far too hard. She winked at me when she saw me looking at her and

But thinking of my daughter's sad face, I took a deep breath, grabbed Jody's wrist, and dragged her to Chloe's grave. "We're already here. Look at her. She misses you." I set out the dessert and milk my daughter loved on the stone ledge. I handed Jody Chloe's favorite dress. "You give it to her. She'll be so happy. "Kids don't understand things. She doesn't know you let Pete kill her. So let's not tell her that. That would be too cruel." But the next second, Jody threw the dress right in my face. She pointed at me, furious.

" Li-lah asked Maria. For the first time , Maria took a good look at the woman who had saved her. She finally remembered where she knew her. "aren't you that dancer at fuego's elementary event?" Li-lah smiled. "Yes I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." "How did you know I needed help?" She asked suspiciously. "I have my ways of getting into situations like this ma'am." Li-lah replied. "I was at your place. I wanted to see you. I saw how the car zoomed off and I felt something wasn't right so I followed you. It turns out my instinct was right."

Before Kael could decide whether to shake her or march her out, the pantry door creaked open. "Well, well," a smooth, cultured voice purred. "What a cozy little rebellion." Kael and Lyra snapped their heads around. Holly stood in the doorway. She was wearing a pale pink dress, looking like a rose in a garbage heap. And she was smiling a smile that didn't reach her eyes.