Holly Ellison Novels & Stories

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.

She grabbed the phone and turned off the offending sound before pulling the laptop closer and returning to the rabbit hole of photos. It wasn't until her alarm went off again some thirty minutes later that Holly realised her curiosity about the dead ballerina was bordering on the unhealthy end of the scale, like her obsession with Lola's video. If she wasn't careful, it could easily consume her every waking moment. So she pushed the laptop away and jumped in the shower, only to dive back into Isabella's life almost an hour later while waiting for Eric to pick her up. After scrolling through thousands of photos, mostly of Isabella practising, any other person would have gotten bored fast. Not

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.

"Look who we have here. Shouldn't you be working instead of wasting time admiring that insipid face in the mirror?" Holly turned around in shock, and immediately recognized the hateful voice. It was Elena, who stood in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest and a malicious smile adorning her red lips. Without fail, that skirt she was wearing seemed to shrink more and more, tight, and provocative. "I'm not wasting time," Holly retorted, although she could barely contain the turbulence inside her when she saw that woman, imagining Clodan touching or kissing her, which made her stomach turn.

After smashing the things in the dormitory, she barely cooled down. Hollie watched the whole process with cold eyes. Her performance had also been posted on the Internet. Although there was nothing wrong with it, her sweet song had become meaningless because of Eliza's excellent performance. Therefore, she was often said to be inferior to Eliza. Hollie could accept that she wasn't perfect enough, but she couldn't stand others saying that she wasn't as good as Eliza! Who the hell was Eliza? She had only appeared a few days earlier than her and had coincidentally become Mr. Valentine's wife. If it had been her, she would definitely have done better than Eliza!

The person on the other end asked her again to confirm, "Ms. Webster, are you sure you're coming to the island in three days?" Holly had never been this determined. "Yes, I'm sure." The staff replied, "Got it, Ms. Webster. We'll escort you to the island in three days." The call had just ended when Oscar suddenly pushed the door and came in. "Going to what island?" Holly pocketed her phone and changed the topic. "It's nothing. Mr. Moss, did you need something from me?" He did not press further and simply said, "Your previous competition entry won an award. The organizer has invited you to attend the ceremony the day after tomorrow to receive it."

“I am not a fool to do that, no matter how much I want to help Melinda. But this is what I know for sure. Who helped them is a much more powerful being than anyone I had ever met. No one could conceal themselves and the people around them with such perfection that even their sound and scent were not detected. Only a powerful being, a shifter that is purely blessed by the Moon Goddess, could do that.” I froze. There was only one person I know who had such miraculous abilities like that. Holly. “Goddess, help me…” I murmured as I leaned forward and propped my elbows to my knees. My hands went to brush the golden strands of my hair as I stared down my feet. “She was here. She went here alone fo

It was your mistake from the start," Holly said firmly, glaring at Ellen. "If you don’t want to act, there are plenty of others who can take your place." Holly could not understand why Ellen could not see the situation clearly. "That’s not true. Mr. Smith wouldn’t treat me this way," Ellen said, not believing it and reaching for her phone. Holly scoffed. "You’d better not get too ahead of yourself. Mr. Smith is interested in you now, but if you don’t know your place… there are plenty of younger and prettier faces out there.

“But you should stop taking advantage of y0ur niece. He wants to live alone here. You should have realized that long ago.” “Hmph,” Holly snorted, but that hurt her nose. “Aw!” She coldly looked at Elena, as if expecting an apology, but Elena said no such thing. “You would have flourished if you hadn’t been in the same house as Cassandra. Maybe, it’s a good thing that you got kicked out.” So she knew. “Is Cassandra keeping you updated?” “Sort of.” “Who else knows?” Elena asked. “We have a little private club of elites,” Holly sounded proud. “We help each other.”

Soft comforting sounds that I didn't understand in my head but felt them in my heart. "Please just let us help you, Hols," Tove said. I took a deep breath. Knew I was going to do it. They'd worn me down in a pathetic amount of time. But I wasn't going to sit around helpless like I was as a young girl at the mercy of people more powerful than she was. No. I was going to tear that village apart. "My name is Hollyn Elaine Parker. I'm from the world that sits beyond the veil." "Alder Valley," Thane said.