Holly Thomas Writer Novels & Stories

Before anyone can say anything else, there's a noise beyond the bookcase — a deliberate clearing of a throat. We all freeze. Slowly, a figure comes out from among the stacks. Blond hair. Perfect makeup, all pink designer clothes. Kill me right now. It's Holly. My stomach drops to my shoes. "I can help," she says.

Holly offered. Sierra sent it. Besides occasionally acting in a few small but well-written roles, Holly was also the owner of an entertainment company under the Sanders Group. When it came to reviewing resumes, she was reliable. "How are you still as honest as you were right after college?" Holly teased after seeing the resume. "All those years married to that scumbag, and you didn't pick up a single trick from him?"

Soft comforting sounds that I didn't understand in my head but felt them in my heart. "Please just let us help you, Hols," Tove said. I took a deep breath. Knew I was going to do it. They'd worn me down in a pathetic amount of time. But I wasn't going to sit around helpless like I was as a young girl at the mercy of people more powerful than she was. No. I was going to tear that village apart. "My name is Hollyn Elaine Parker. I'm from the world that sits beyond the veil." "Alder Valley," Thane said.

"I can see why you'd trade in your townhouse at the Mews for this place." "I didn't trade in my townhouse," Holly said, hating how defensive she sounded. "I needed some time away, you know, to put things into perspective." "Did you?" Katherine asked. "Did I what?" Holly called from her kitchenette as she looked through the fridge and grabbed two bottles of sparkling water. "Put things into perspective, of course!" Katherine replied, taking one of the bottles from her. "I'm getting there," Holly replied and sat down. "But enough about me, I'm sure that's not why you're here."

She then stroked my cheek, adding, "I'm sorry, Tabitha. I was wrong. You must have been so scared back then. I'm sorry for what I said." I glanced at Mark, asking him silently if I should tell her about it. Mark helped her up, saying, "Holly, there's something I need to tell you. Promise me you won't get agitated." Holly's gaze swept over him and me. Her expression got serious as she sensed something off. "The treatment didn't work, right? I've come to terms with it. I did so many horrible things, and the Moon Goddess is punishing me. I'll accept my fate. Tabitha, I just wanna see you safe and sound. It's my only wish."

Holly could not help but waver. "Natalie, you might not know much about me. I might look frail, but if you dare stab me in the back, you won't survive. Don't think that I'm afraid of you simply because you killed Dean Jennings. I've killed more people than you can count." Though she wanted to work with Natalie, Holly was still concerned that Natalie was plotting against her. "You don't have to threaten me, Holly. I have no money and no power. Even if I wanted to plot against you, I am incapable of doing a thing. I just really want to get my hands on some money and go somewhere to live the rest of my life in peace."

It fed the hunger inside Miya’s chest, the hunger that Finn’s terror had only partially sated. "Rise, child," Miya commanded softly. Holly sat back on her heels. She lifted her face. Her eyes were swimming with tears, but she didn't let them fall. It was a brave, tragic look. "I was lost," Holly confessed, her voice carrying to the rafters. "The fire... it burned my spirit. I sought comfort in things. In jewels. In status. I let envy rot my heart until I tried to hurt... others." She looked at Oreon then. A look of profound, sorrowful apology.

Tobias's award-winning piece was quickly pulled down, and the official statement clarifying the situation followed shortly after. With that, Holly finally reclaimed the authorship of her work. For the new semester, I transferred Holly to a well-regarded public kindergarten in the area. She adapted well and had already blended seamlessly into her class, thriving under the care of her teachers. Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction. Then, out of nowhere, my work inbox was flooded with malicious comments and hateful private messages. It wasn't until my agent contacted me that I saw Ursula's new video.