Holly Madison Down The Rabbit Hole Novels & Stories

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

He stands on his ground as he will surely solve everything to have this game’s end reward. “AND INTO THE RABBIT HOLE, HE GOES.” As the Mistress of Time whispers. Drawing her personal cunning smile as she watches in amusement and unmeasurable glee of what is happening and currently being fulfilled by her little prey. The rabbit, but perhaps the little door mouse, yet probably the march hare? But most specially not the mad hatter. If she remembers it right, well, she doesn’t even care is she remembers, or better yet say that she doesn’t want to remember it. Whoever the character that JK is manifesting in the same, yet opposite way is the delight that she is experiencing right now.

HOLLY’S POV, Holly walks into the meditation cave and looks around unsure. Such serene surroundings are not really her thing. Just hearing waterdrops gives too much space to think and she has learned to cope by keeping herself distracted. She takes a deep breath and tells herself to suck it up because she decided she wants to face her demons so she can’t go back now when already the silence makes her uncomfortable.

Maybe the whole world is dangerous for them. I huff. He just raises his brows. I roll my eyes, "Who shoots from behind the roses?" I hear him chuckling silently, "You are very innocent, Ma'am. You do not know the evils hidden in the world. Everything is probably good for you, like these roses." "Yeah yeah… I'm immature, naive and—," and I stop suddenly when I notice a note hidden between the flowers. I frown and hold it between my fingers. "Eventually the pride of these flowers must have drained down when they've seen someone more beautiful than them."