Holly Darlin Novels & Stories

"Fine. But you don't go alone. We'll send someone with you. Someone who can protect you if things go wrong." Holly's face lit up. "Thank you. Thank you so much." We spent the next hour planning. Holly would return to the school, continue gathering intelligence. She'd wear a hidden camera so we could see what she saw. And she'd have a tracker in case she needed immediate extraction. As we finished preparations, Sally appeared in the doorway. She'd been watching the whole time, she was actually fucking crying....like tears streaming down her face. The things you never expect to see.

The houses here were modest but well-maintained, with small yards and picket fences. Holly parked in front of a cozy cottage with flower boxes in the windows. But she didn't move to get out. "Before we go in," she said softly, "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" She took a deep breath. "I have a daughter." I stared at her, shocked. "What?" "Her name is Lily. She's three years old." Before I could respond, Holly got out of the car. I followed her in a daze, my mind racing with questions.

Camilla urged. “He was my moms stalker. He raped her, and she got pregnant with Murry, then came back after she gave birth to Murry, then raped her and she got pregnant with me, same goes with Matthew. She doesn’t know his face, or anything about him, just his voice,” Holly explained and waited for their reply, when she didn’t get any, she glanced up to see them staring at her, with a what the fuck look. “What? Don’t give me that look,” She said and they immediately, took their gaze from her.

It already happened, but I still wished it didn’t happen tonight. “You are not. I thought what we had was something special, but I was wrong. I was wrong to trust you again. You used me. Jesus Christ, Harry, you are the shallowest woman I’ve ever met. Of all the things you would sell out was all about us—the only thing left that hadn’t been out to the public.” You used me. My heart turned to ice. “I didn’t write your name.” “People are not so damn stupid, Harriet. Let me guess, your story is entitled Sindy Kate, isn’t it?”

She understood well enough how it feels to be forced to become a slave and tool of work, as it was exactly what she had suffered tragically within the six months of her wedding with Mike Huxley. As the applause gradually faded away, another press crew member stood up. From his expression, anyone could tell he was an expert and had been in the industry for quite some time. "With all due admiration, I'm Dylan Emmanuel, representing News Time 24, and I'd like to pose my question to CEO, Mrs. Olivia Darls Collymore, with regards to what prime CEO Darls Collymore said just a while ago: Holly Corporation is a large enterprise with several channels and branches.

Immediately, several red, irregular scratches appeared on Lyla's arm. Lyla gasped in pain and shrank back. At that moment, there were hurried footsteps outside. Holly had only just rearranged her expression when Moira burst into the room. Holly's smile was stiff. "Mrs. Stone, d-didn't you go out?" She had only come to see Lyla because she'd seen Moira go out. She hadn't expected Moira to come back. Holly thought about the scratches she'd accidentally left on Lyla, and she intentionally tried to block her completely from sight.

Expensive. Holly introduced herself to the front desk and they quickly whisked her away into the back. Holly sat in a traditional hair-salon chair in front of a giant floor to ceiling mirror. The front desk woman took Holly’s ski-pants and jacket to hang and dry in the front. Holly felt a little silly sitting in the beautiful salon wearing long underwear and an old sweater. “Hi Holly, I’m Flora.” Her hairdresser stepped out from behind a doorway and greeted her. She had long hair the same color as Merryweather's and the most amazing blue eyes Holly had ever seen. They were so blue, they looked like they might be contact lenses.

Damian recovered first and let out a low growl, everyone immediately shut their mouths and turned their heads. “OMG Nina, that dress what made for you” Holly said after finally emerging herself. She was wearing a short thigh length satin royal blue dress. It looked like a goddess dress the way it wrapped around her over and over, giving her curves and legs for days with the silver peep-toed heels. “Thanks” I beamed, “that looks amazing on you too!” “Well, that does cover more than I was expecting” Trevor grumbled still not pleased with how short it was.

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.

Holly (voice soft, just for us): “I’m okay, guys. Better than okay. I get to sing for the hardest crowd in history, and nobody ever tells me to turn it down.” Malik’s hand finds the empty space where her shoulder used to be when we sat together. Vera raises her glass (the one she hasn’t put down since the funeral). Vera (hoarse): “To the best damn redhead in any century.” We drink. Holly hops back on stage, spins once so the dress flares like living flame, and launches into “Ain’t Misbehavin’” like she was born to it.