Holly Ellis Novels & Stories

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

"This is my friend Liv. Liv, this is Holly. She baked the cakes you saw. Holly is feeling a little unwell right now, I hope you won't mind taking a look at her?" "No! Not at all. By the way your cakes look and taste amazing." Liv said as she came closer to Holly. Holly smiled and muttered a thank you. She had much bigger problems than that but she had to be courteous. She couldn't wait for the nurse Liv to at least give her an inkling of what was happening to her. "Hello Holly. How old are you?" "Uhm, I'm twenty seven." "I hope you don't mind me being here? I can leave if you want." Elenora asked and Holly shook her head quickly.

She never thought the composer behind them was Keira, the person she detested most. "You bitch," Holly growled and quickly reached for her phone. She called the CEO of the Charles Empire. She knew they wouldn't be able to get hold of this information otherwise. "Mr. Charles, I know you wanted to know more about Keira Del Carlo's dark past, right?" "You flatter me, Miss Holly." The man laughed. "She found out that I was a spy leaking confidential information. I don't have a job now, but I remember your promise." Holly smirked. The man laughed again.

He fed me. "Well, well, well." The voice was cool, amused, and dripped with utter hate. Eltonia’s eyes snapped open. Holly was standing in the shadows of an alcove, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a riding habit of deep green chiffon, looking every inch the noble lady. And she was smiling. But it wasn't a nice smile. "I wondered why he was refusing the Specialist," Holly drawled, walking forward. "I thought maybe he was just being stubborn. But it's much simpler than that, isn't it?"

Holly had just finished packing up for the night when her phone buzzed with calls from numbers she did not recognize, followed by a barrage of crude and mean texts. Something was definitely off. Then, like a bad joke, a hashtag flashed across her screen. #PianoProdigyExposed in Racy Photos, Friends Claim She's a Total Mess# #Who Knew the Piano Girl Had Such Weird Tastes# With shaking hands, Holly clicked on the link and her heart sank. She was in the video. She was in the dressing room, changing her brassiere. Because of some meds she was on, she has been dealing with the embarrassing issue of leaking fluids.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

How could she remove them without subjecting herself to excruciating pain? It was over. Holly had finally ended things with Lorian completely and cleanly! From now on, they would be strangers living under the same roof. "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead…" Her phone rang. Holly snapped out of her daze and checked her phone. She saw a call from her agent, Brady Williamson. She composed herself and answered, "Hello. Is there any news?" Brady was a well-known and capable agent. He was a Zutriysteinian born in Amestria.

" They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party. Chantelle is filled with a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, and despair. She feels like the world is against her, and she's not sure what to do. She falls asleep, exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. But when she wakes up, she feels a little bit different. She's still angry and hurt, but she's also determined to move forward and make something of herself. She has a new resolve and a new sense of purpose. She went outside and sat singing and feeling lonely but was called out by Someone.

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

I am sick and tired of being that friend who is a constant cheerleader and always happy. Because I am not happy. Elizabeth hated Hank. She keeps insisting that Hank led me on and then, just ghosted me and how I was too blind to see something like that. I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person who touches people a lot or looks them in their eyes when he talks. But Elizabeth doesn’t like him at all and I didn’t argue with her because she is crazy. I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones.