Holly Wheeler Novels & Stories

It was time for Violet to start her new school year, and I wanted her to have a great experience. I leaned over to Holly, examining the effortless glow on her face, “You’re so young, Holly. How do you manage raising young children?” Holly’s face lit up with enthusiasm, “Oh, I’m actually Charlotte’s former Warrior! But over the years, I’ve found that I’m more comfortable being a teacher than a warrior.” I nodded in understanding, impressed with Holly’s dedication to her role. “What group number are you at the warrior’s camp?” I asked curiously.

Her honey-blonde waves were as wild as her reputation, framing a face that held a sea of secrets. She had millions of followers and thousands of men begging for a glance, but Holly wasn't a regular escort. She was a high-end fantasy architect for those who could afford her. And God, she was a masterpiece to behold. As I watched them, a sudden realization hit me like a physical blow: this had stopped being about punishing Damon a long time ago. I wanted her. Leaning back into the chair, I parted my thighs and slipped my hand beneath my skirt, rubbing directly through the thin, fiery-red lace of my thong.

Holly reveals. I raise an eyebrow, impressed by her resourcefulness. She sounds smart. Holly gives a modest nod, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm a tech expert, so it was easy for me to track her device," she explains, answering my unspoken question. I feel a sense of relief knowing that we have a potential lead in our search for Lyra. Holly's proves invaluable, I thought Holly is one of Conor's many whores, Conor's history of chasing anything in a skirt is hard to ignore.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

She never thought the composer behind them was Keira, the person she detested most. "You bitch," Holly growled and quickly reached for her phone. She called the CEO of the Charles Empire. She knew they wouldn't be able to get hold of this information otherwise. "Mr. Charles, I know you wanted to know more about Keira Del Carlo's dark past, right?" "You flatter me, Miss Holly." The man laughed. "She found out that I was a spy leaking confidential information. I don't have a job now, but I remember your promise." Holly smirked. The man laughed again.

Slowly, she stepped down from the throne and into the arena. “Still wearing your heels? And all that jewelry? Seriously?” I scoffed, cracking my knuckles as I started warming up. Panicking, Holly kicked off her heels and yanked off her earrings and bracelets, then stared at me nervously. “I’ll give you one last chance to back out,” she blurted. “I’m the daughter of Ironclaw Pack’s Alpha. My father will be furious when he hears about this! You’ll regret this!” “Fuck you.”

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

William said. Holly was one of the new interns and she was known for her brilliant Kung-Fu skills. She had gotten into self-defence training before joining the agency, of course oblivious to the fact that she won’t be needing those skills with the kind of super powers she had. However, after having developed a passion for the sport, she now continued it as a fitness regime and often displayed her tactics to amuse her friends. “Well, I think this will do,” Meredith said adding the last bits of wood to the fire.

I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine. A journalist suddenly asked, “Mr. Sheldon, we heard you were diagnosed with leukemia some time ago. You might not live for more than a month. Would you approve of Ms. Walter and Mr. Surrey being together after your death?” My sickly expression appeared on the screen. I was not surprised by the question. As Jaime’s husband, I often had paparazzi around me. I did not deny anything. I simply smiled. “Yes, I will give them my blessing.” I did not know which part angered her, but Jaime’s calm expression vanished. She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast.

The universe's sense of humor is pretty fucking messed up. "What's going on?" Leo asks, scooting up in urgency. "Something I saw on the news this morning," replies Mateo, panting heavily. "They're.." he tries to catch his breath. "People are going missing, According to BBC, over the past week, 50 people in Hollywood have been reported missing." "Fifty people?" Leo repeats to make sure he wasn't hearing things. "Fifty in just one week, Alpha Leo!" the midwife confirms, bursting out with vigor. "That popular blonde singer, Taylor Swift, I think is one of them."