Holly Darlin Novels & Stories

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.

She went and sat on the far side of our bed, waiting. Holly looked up at me, and licked her lips. Her hand moved just a little more. "Go on. You know you want to. I want you to. And you KNOW he wants you to." Dawn told her. Holly made a decision I swear she never would have made just a few weeks earlier. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of me, and eased my boxers down, releasing my fully charged staff to the light of day.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

" No , You are staying here , That's my final decision , Now stop complaining and get to work " Changing in pants and a top I walked out the club which was filled with people , Girls genuinely smiled at me as Ruth introduced me to them . " You'll work as a host. Joan will tell you the rest " Ruth said and she waved at me . After a brief explanation and I was given the attire to wear , It consisted of a miniskirt, stockings and shirt . I didn't like the mini skirt . But I have to work with it . I walking my way to the room Aaron order me to stay in after work when I noticed men fixing the halls on the first floor . They had to remove some doors due to the bullets .

“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.”

I heard from Corey. I turned slightly and blinked several times as I took in none other than Holly. THE one and only … Holly. She was dressed in mint green scrubs with a stethoscope around her neck and her hair was in a messy bun that women wore when they were tired. Then again it was probably 2am by now. But fuck she looked good. Too good. Merry fucking Christmas.