Holly Madison Books Novels & Stories

He quickly extracted all the data he could from Clarice's computer, including her encrypted private album. It contained countless images of the decadent lifestyle she had led when she was studying abroad. She was notorious for being a mistress and loved being part of large parties. There was even a recorded audio of her bribing a professor. “Maybe soon you will know that what goes around, comes around.” Liam smirked before saving all of the documents he had accessed. It was well into midnight by then. Clarice was enjoying a face mask session while scrolling through social media when a strange message popped up on her computer.

“I don’t see why this couldn’t work. You haven’t presented a single valid reason against it. You haven’t even allowed me a real chance to prove myself. I’ll admit that kissing you yesterday was an impulsive, innocent reaction—a spark ignited by your suggestion’s clarity. If I were truly willing to risk everything for a taste of your lips, it wouldn’t have been just a quick peck across a picnic table.” Holly’s eyes momentarily ignited with a brilliant flash of gold that danced like flames. But just as quickly, she shook her head, and the gold vanished, retreating to the familiar blue-gray hue. Holly was an enigma, a complex woman who often kept her true feelings under wraps, but with each enc

She had already determined that she was unable to purchase any dress, therefore she refrained from even entering the department stores. Madison adored going window shopping despite the fact that she was unable to purchase anything. Several of the outfits that she had seen were suitable for her mother and her sisters' tastes. Madison was able to temporarily block out her memories of Dylan by focusing on the two of them when she was by herself. She was out and about when she spotted a bookstore and immediately entered to search for something she could read. She was enjoying the afternoon up to the point where she turned her head to look outside of the bookstore as she was reading the synopses

"Yes, I remember." Wanda continued, "The chubby one is called Madison. She added me on WhatsApp, and that's where I learned all this. She even recommended a few books to me, saying I'd definitely learn something if I read more. "I've had plenty of free time at home since we moved to the city and stopped farming, so I bought those books and read them. I have to say that they've been really helpful…" Ollie sighed. "Our family really owes them a lot. Otherwise…"

His face was pale, but he worked hard to maintain the grim, stoic expression of a 'disabled hero. "Ms. Cole, tell us—what exactly happened in the high-infection zone? Why did Captain Kane suddenly detonate a concussion grenade?" A reporter in the camp commander's pocket asked the question, delivering the question loudly and exactly as scripted. The instant Jasmine heard my name, she began to shake. A raw, piercing sob tore from her throat, as if she were reliving unspeakable terror and humiliation.

Still not glancing in my direction. ‎ ‎I lowered the camera slowly, watching her leave with that hip sway I couldn't get my eyes off of. ‎ ‎Holly approached me after a moment. “She’s… professional,” she said carefully. ‎ ‎I didn’t respond. Because that wasn’t the word I would’ve used. But I couldn't have agreed more with her. ‎ ‎I watched Madison disappear into the dressing room, my eyes following her all the way. ‎ ‎“Mr. Grayson?” Holly called again.

"Send out everyone we can mobilize! I don't care if it's the black market, the docks, or rat holes in the slums. Search everywhere! "I need to see her alive or... No! She can't be dead!" The luxury car finally stopped at 13th Street. The place had already become ruins. He had personally ordered this place leveled because of Lucia. Among the rubble, a few large rats scurried about. The scene was desolate. Matteo pushed open the door and got out. He stumbled through the mud, his leather shoes becoming filthy and his pant legs torn by wire, but he felt nothing. Like a madman, he searched through the debris, moving heavy concrete slabs and kicking aside broken beams.

"Oh, Maddie, I am resting. I'm lying in this fancy bed, surrounded by these incredibly soft pillows, while Hazel and I discuss whether the duke should choose the wallflower or the feisty redhead." "The feisty redhead, obviously," Hazel chimed in. "She's got spunk." I rolled my eyes. "As long as you're not overdoing it." "Madison, dear, reading is hardly running a marathon. Besides, these stories keep my blood pressure interesting." "Mom!" "What? I'm just saying these books are very educational." "Please stop talking." I pinched the bridge of my nose, grateful they couldn't see my face turning red. "So," Hazel cut in, "have you explored Vegas yet? Hit the slots? Seen any shows?"

“I have a pretty good idea, yeah.” “Who?” Holly’s face darkens. “My ex-sorority sister, Madison. She’s been bitter ever since Felix rejected her at that party last year. And she has a drone." "A drone?" We hear Kyle perk up. “That’s so much cooler than climbing a tree.” “Kyle, focus,” Indie snaps. “Right. Sorry. Drones bad.” I look at Holly, trying to look hard. She seems sincere. But then again, she’s also a master of manipulation.

Sergei too. And I don’t trust either of them not to challenge me. Madelaine isn’t just Billy’s daughter anymore. She’s mine. And the world will burn before I let anything happen to her. We will be safe in the cabin. Just the two of us. The Mad Doctor and his new obsession. My queen. My beautiful Snow White. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, but I don’t care about anything else anymore. She’s all that matters. I waited long enough until they finished talking, then it was time for us to leave.