Holly Gonzalez Novels & Stories

“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..."

“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.

Holly was being dragged down the steps by two burly guards. She wasn't wearing silk. She was wearing a straightjacket of rough canvas. Her hair was wild and her face was contorted by a furious, tear-streaked denial. "Get your hands off me!" Holly shrieked, kicking and biting. "I am Lady Holly! I am the Gamma's daughter! You cannot do this! I am pregnant! I am carrying the heir!" "There is no baby, Holly," Oreon said calmly from the top of the stairs. "Give it up."

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

But other than a slight nod in her direction, Andrei barely acknowledged her presence. Unable to keep her curiosity in check any longer, Marybeth had to ask, "Who is she?" "Holly Anderson," Natalie said. "Liam Anderson's youngest sister, a world-renowned ballerina and a class-A bitch!" "Hey, be nice!" Colleen said. "She's my friend. And she's not that bad." "So you admit she is bad, just not that bad?" Natalie asked, shrugging innocently. "Watch it!" Colleen warned her with a gentle smile.

Rather, the girl clinging to his side. Holly’s eyes widened with a slew of emotions, so many that it would take me hours to dissect them all. Her jaw dropped, plummeting to the ground where it rolled down the stairs and into the grass. Holly’s betrayal didn’t anger me nearly as much as Cassidy’s, but it was still a truth I planned on bringing to light. If I’d been paying closer attention, I might’ve noticed the slight ripple in the air—a sign that Angelica was no longer hiding us with her magic.

“I wish I could have gone to the bus station with you. I can’t believe I’m stuck in L.A. I miss you guys and my man so much.” I roll my eyes, not feeling any pity for a plight. It has literally been twenty-four hours since she saw Azazel, but she acts like it has been decades. Several weeks ago, a famous Indi singer, Natalia Hollingsworth, heard one of Zoe’s songs and asked her to write and produce one for her. Zoe flew to L.A. last week with her mate, Azazel. Unfortunately, Azazel had some kind of emergency and came back last night. But you’d think he’d been gone longer by the way Zoe carries on.

And that made me very, very nervous. “Who’s this?” Holly asked, tilting her head at me. Up close, she looked to be in her late teens and since Mac had mentioned college, I guessed she had to be about nineteen or so. She was beautiful, with long, sun-kissed hair, flawless skin, soft bow shaped lips, slender nose and light blue eyes framed by long fair lashes. All these in combination should have given her an otherworldly aura but was spoiled by her sullen, pinched expression.