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.

“Besides, you're busy taking pictures Ella sighs and shakes her head “It is fine. I would have been out since, but I just went to grab one last thing “It is fine. It's a season of happiness…you should do things that make you happy and not resist it,” Holly say And why do I feel she's indirectly throwing that statement at me I almost snort. She is. And I know wh Ella links her arm with Holly’s. “Anyway, we’re done, right? Let’s go. I’m starving Holly nods and forces a small smile. “Yeah… let’s go She stands close to Ella, but her gaze flickers toward me once….quick, nervous, before she looks away agai

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.

CHAPTER 23 Holly the Gift of Spirit – March 22, 2027 The funeral is small and wrong. Holly Rowan Holiday is laid out in the pack clearing under the cedar tree, wrapped in the same bomber jacket she wore the day she walked into first period like she owned the world. She’s seventeen. She should be opening presents, not lying on a stone slab with coins on her eyes and Elowene’s cedar shavings in her hair. Malik sits on the ground beside her, knees pulled to his chest, trumpet case clutched like it’s the only thing keeping him breathing.

Pulled out her phone. Got the flowers. They're beautiful. Hated them immediately. She checked the phone six times on the bus to Fiordilatte. Holly was waiting for her in the locker room with the expression of someone who had been sitting on information for two days. "Grand Canyon," Holly said, before Brigail got her locker open. "Yaki Point. Sunset. You and Eli Michealson snogging like you invented it." Brigail's ears went hot. "Who else."

"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."