Holly Gonzalez Novels & Stories

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

However, the next day I couldn't be happy for Dad as I was for him last night. Arcane Miller came to talk to me for the first time. She has always been in my head. Her pale skin, those dark hair and the bangs which cover her forehead, her thin lips, everything about this girl is beautiful. Furthermore, she keeps me on edge. She is not like those girls who go around flaunting their bodies. Instead, she keeps everything hidden in those jeans and hoodie. Those baggy clothes make me even more curious about what she is hiding underneath them. Just from seeing her face, I can tell that she is gorgeous. Whatever she is hiding, it is worth hiding.

I asked. Ragnar blinked up at me, then looked back at her hand that was being fixed. "No. She's always been uncomfortable around blood, you know that" he answered. I forgot about that. When she was in first grade, a kid cut his knee on the playground, and she threw up at the sight of it. Ragnar had to bring her home for the day. I suppose it's good she just passed out. "How's Giovanni?" Simon asked. "Beating himself up," I said like it was obvious.

**HOLLY** She had just turned nineteen and yet, walking the street, any passer-by would swear she couldn’t be older than sixteen. Sweet sixteen. That was probably why she always got away with so much—her small body and big puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to. She was liked by everyone who met her and cherished by all those in her life. And yet, Holly had never actually been in love. She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously.

My eyes narrowed on Holly Boland, who stood with the airhorn in one hand and the other resting on her wide hip, a look of annoyance on her otherwise pretty face. I could tell her to smile more, even offer to put a smile on those lips. I could, but I won’t because this is Holly. She would do worse than burst my eardrum for suggesting a spin on my cock could improve her mood. It’s been almost six years since her mate died back in Oregon, and she came home. The only thing that makes her smile is her little boy, Samuel.

The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer: - Yes. Lilith POV When I hear Angel answer “yes,” I materialize between him and Klaus, grab his neck, and drag him towards the woods. Klaus and the others try to stop me, but I have a barrier of fire erected around us, blocking their passage. A panicked Angel tries to pull my hands from his neck, but I hold on tighter and tighter, feeling his life slowly ebb away. With a smile, I squeeze even tighter, but thunder echoes, shaking the ground and putting out the flames. Beside me, a very beautif

Small and fast. Holly. "No!" I tried to shout, but my voice came out as a whisper. Holly threw herself between Tate and Heriberto just as dark magic exploded from the warlock's hands. The spell hit her full force. Holly screamed, her body convulsing. Then she fell, smoke rising from burns that covered her entire torso. "Holly!" Tate's voice was raw with grief. The distraction was enough. Tate rolled away as Heriberto's follow-up attack hit empty ground.

"Takes after her mother. But she won't bore you." "I like high maintenance," I lied. I hated it. Hated the constant attention Holly required. I missed how Yvonne would just sit there, grateful I even looked at her. But Holly came with European distribution networks. I signaled the floor manager, and the lights dimmed. Music changed. Holly appeared at the top of the grand staircase. She knew how to make an entrance. Silver dress, liquid metal, hair up. A trophy. My trophy. She came down slowly, locking eyes. The crowd parted. Phones rose. I was being livestreamed to thousands.

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."

- Before leaving, Selena had warned Nathaniel to be cautious. True enough, just as he was arriving at Obsidian Estate, his party was ambushed by a female assassin, Holly Morrigan. Her features were delicate, her beauty undeniable. Clad entirely in black, her eyes were like ice, fixed on Nathaniel with unmasked hatred. "Let me go!" she yelled. Liam held the struggling woman back, though she hadn't even brushed against the hem of the Obsidian Monarch's cloak. Once Nathaniel returned to the side hall, Holly was brought before him. She held herself with such haughty composure. Even though she was restrained, there was not a trace of fear in her expression. Her audacity left even Liam admitting t