Holly Ellison Novels & Stories

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

“Now, what the hell are we singing tonight?” I point to myself, “I am singing some punk rock duets with Dax of this decade.” I laugh at her pinched up face; she’s an 80’s girl through and through. If there is a decade she should have grown up in, it’s that one. “We’re singing a little Halsey, Twenty-One Pilots, Thirty Seconds to Mars and my personal favourite Juliette and The Licks.” I grin as she pouts “No, Samantha Fox?” God help us, she loves ‘Touch Me’… eighties was so cheesy about sex and love. Thank god we’re not doing a theme night tonight.

I felt the weight of their gazes as if they were daggers. But there was one exception. A young woman with soft brown hair and bright, kind eyes stood out from the others. She was the only one who didn't seem to find my presence irritating. As if on instinct, she smiled at me and walked over. "Good morning," she said softly, her voice warm and genuine. "Are you hungry?" I managed a small smile, appreciating the lack of disdain in her voice. "Yeah, actually. I'm starving." "I'm Lily," she introduced herself, her hands already reaching for a pot on the stove. "I've been the one bringing your meals since you arrived. What would you like this morning?"

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.

"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.

Lady said. Holly was one of the new interns and she was known for her brilliant Kung-Fu skills. She had gotten into self-defence training before joining the agency, of course oblivious to the fact that she will not be needing those skills with the kind of superpowers she had. However, after having developed a passion for the sport, she now continued it as a fitness regime and often displayed her tactics to amuse her friends. *-*-*-*-*-*-* Lady, Elizabeth, and Holly checked into a B&B as soon as they arrived in Maine.

The other girl watched intently with fascinated light brown eyes as Hollis cleared her throat. “I’ve been at this a long time, West Coast. I’m talking years. It’s just memorization for me at this point. I love it when you do that, though.” Hollis’ grey eyes skimmed over Whitney’s curvy frame seductively as she rose from the bed and sauntered over to lean against the counter for a better view. Her girlfriend’s dark brows furrowed in confusion, but the dazzling grin remained. “When I do what, Holly?”

"I won't allow that." Lachesis laughed. "And you're going to fight against all the others? All those that clamber for her? You're a fool." "You're ignoring me again," Holly growled at the group. "It's all, she, and what's going to happen to her. My name is Holly, I don't care if I have a soul that's lived other lives. All that matters to me is my life."

“And you are?” “Jennifer Anderson.” Holly smirked. I sighed. “Okay, let’s do proper introductions before you two start a war.” I gestured between them. “Jennifer, meet Holly Williams. Former top model. CEO of MUSH DIAMOND. We went to college together.” Jennifer raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask for her biography.” “And this,” I added dryly, “is my very annoying big sister. Lawyer. Recently back from Germany. Owns her own firm. Thinks she runs the world.”

"Oh, absolutely not! So you're the old witch who's been making Holly's life miserable this whole time? And now you want her apartment, too? For your grandson's wedding? Are you out of your mind? That apartment belongs to Holly. Her name's on it. What makes you think your family's entitled to it? "You really are a nasty piece of work, aren't you? Listen to the garbage coming out of your mouth! If you don't know how to act like a decent human being by now, then do the world a favor and go to hell! Maybe next life you'll come back with some manners." Eleanor was so angry that she was practically choking on her words. "Wh-who even are you?!" "Holly's aunt, Ruby," she shot back coldly. "And she's