Holly Wheeler Novels & Stories

It was Ivan Holloway! THE IVAN HOLLOWAY Holloway empire. The second largest organization in the United States, and the fifth largest in the world! I had seen his face on Forbes and the news more times than I cared to count! And Tehilah? He was my sister's idol. Tehilah was into real estate herself, and this man, the man I was standing in front of, owned the largest and most successful real estate company in the United States of America. What kind of luck had smiled upon me today?

The meeting took time as the new investors kept on asking lots of questions which was answered ofcourse. I got out of the conference hall and was about to walk out of the elevator when my phone beeped. I brought it out and frown on seeing the message from my assistant. I stomped out of the elevator and matched to my office where I was told Chloe was causing commotion with my secretaries. What the fvck is wrong with that girl. For crying out loud, why would she come to my company to fight my employees. Such guts she has. "Chloe I thundered as I got to the scene to see her landing a piercing slap on one of my secretary and dragging the hair of the other.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

I said and left for my room. I came back downstairs after showering and found Holly on the couch in the lounge, she had changed to a floral tight fitting dress. So it means she had showered and changed as well. " You know it's quite funny, my husband has a personal assistant who's name is Hillary she's also lesbian and it makes me wonder if he intentionally hires like that. " I said as I sat down opposite her.

Holly, also known as Holly Lowry, was the Lowry family's third daughter. Shawn lifted his cup, the steam fogging up his face. "I've sent people to search for her, but she's been gone for so many years without a single clue." "My parents said that Holly was in college when she met a guy and left school to be with him. She hasn't reached out to our family since then." Zara's brows furrowed. "Maybe someone tricked her? It just doesn't make sense that she wouldn't contact us at all."

"Holly, Stella slipped off the mountain accidentally and is bleeding heavily! You need to come to the hospital immediately to draw blood!" "You have half an hour to come to the hospital." "You'll be held accountable if anything happens to Stella!" After reading the texts, Holly left the group chat and blocked them all, her face devoid of expression. From now on, she was no longer Stella's blood bank, no longer Frank and Mary's daughter, no longer Colin's sister, and certainly not Oscar's fiancee. She was Holly Webster, and nothing more. She turned her head one last time to glance at the place she had called home for over 20 years, then stepped into the car that came to pick her up with the s

“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.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

He asked. "It's a long story," I said, "But she's been through some shit and I didn't know what else to do. Comforting people isn't my forte so I thought I'd bring her to the expert. Her name is Hestia." I then locked the front door before putting her onto the ground where she cowered into the corner. Ella looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. "You've just dragged a terrified, half-naked woman into our home at quarter past ten at night and all you can tell me is it's a 'long story'?" she questioned.