Holly Wheeler Novels & Stories

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.

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."

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.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

The first was giving birth to Eve alone. Holly turned to her old friend and did her best to act natural. Hopefully she wouldn’t pay attention to the little girl with her. Holly was certain that her old friend would figure out her secret, just by looking at her daughter. It was the reason Holly had left her old life behind, she knew she would not be able to hide it.

And at the altar, standing alone in a sea of white roses, Holly watched it all. She watched her groom abandon her. She watched him throw himself into the dirt for another woman. She watched him ignore his duty, his honor, and his pregnant bride to save a nobody. Something inside Holly snapped. It wasn't a quiet snap. It was the sound of a dam breaking. The years of jealousy. The fire. The fear of Abram. The desperate need to be someone. It all boiled over into a hot, red rage that blinded her to reason. She didn't care about the assassin neither did she care about the dead body.

What is it about a man in a suit? “Do you two know each other?” asks the woman with him in a suspicious tone. I blink when I recognise the woman sitting across the table from Julian. That’s Holly Carlise! Okay, so I don’t completely live under a rock. Holly plays Kali, a slayer in the new Buffy reboot. I’m halfway through the first season and I have to say she is fantastic in it. She’s even more beautiful in person than she is on screen. Her curvaceous figure is accentuated in a gold halter-neck jumpsuit making her umber skin look soft as satin, glittering with some kind of body shimmer. Her beautiful face is framed by an immaculate afro and her eyes are a gorgeous shade of ochre with high c

Keisha’s throat tightened slightly. She flipped another photo. Same woman. Standing in a hallway. Looking directly at something just outside the frame. Keisha realized slowly: Not the camera. Something behind it. Her voice came out lower. “This is her.” Malik didn’t respond. That confirmed it. Keisha set the folder down carefully. Not because she was calm. Because she wasn’t. And she didn’t want to lose control of her movements. ⸻ “She’s not just an ex,” Keisha said quietly.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”