Holly Gonzalez Novels & Stories

Holly reveals. I raise an eyebrow, impressed by her resourcefulness. She sounds smart. Holly gives a modest nod, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm a tech expert, so it was easy for me to track her device," she explains, answering my unspoken question. I feel a sense of relief knowing that we have a potential lead in our search for Lyra. Holly's proves invaluable, I thought Holly is one of Conor's many whores, Conor's history of chasing anything in a skirt is hard to ignore.

My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see: Elizabeth Paige. The woman I have learnt to hate my entire life. She was always so perfect and happy in her own world. She used to read books, always have a big smile on her face and most importantly, had Nathan’s attention. The worst part was that she was never even remotely rude, even after I bullied her, she used to avoid me but she never said anything bad about me. This used to anger me. How was she so unaware of how naturally beautiful she was, or how so many guys were crazy about her?

“Where is she?” Gina straightened, her composure slipping. “She’s in Mexico,” she said finally. “Holly has her in one of the warehouses near the railway station. But even if you get there, you’ll never get past Holly’s men. They’ll kill you before you can even get close. They are trained. This is my last offer.” I stared at her, my mind racing. The pieces were finally falling into place. “Your little games are over, Gina,” I said coldly. “When this is done, I’ll make sure you pay for what you’ve done.”

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

The screen lighting up with the caller's name. "Holly."

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Mabel said politely, flashing the company credit card at the doorman, "under the name Greyson Elliot." The doorman nodded, "your 10 o clock is here, Vivienne," he said into a walkie talkie before ushering us towards a blue velvet sofa. We'd barely sat down when a bottle blonde in an impossibly tight black pencil skirt and a pair of shoes so obviously designer even I knew they cost more than most people's monthly rent with patent leather and the signature red sole came tottering towards us. "Mabel," She beamed enveloping Mabel in a tight hug. "And this gorgeous young lady must be Zoe?"