Hollywood Books Novels & Stories

“Sure! Tuesday at around noon work?” Hollis ran a hand through her hair trying not to think about how the gold specks of Whitney’s brown orbs made her feel. She knew this was dangerous territory, but she DID need to return the book after all....and she’d be lying to herself and everyone else if she tried to pretend like she didn’t want to see the artsy free spirit from California again. “Tuesday at noon is perfect.” “Great. Our booth. Catch you then, Holly.” Whitney slid into her vehicle and started to back out of the parking spot, turning and taking off in the other direction.

“I hope you feel the same way about the books. I put all the ones about herbs and medicine that were in the old library here, and I bought many new ones. But your brother managed to bring some that he said were hidden in your old bed at the Moonjoy's house. They made me think you like romance stories, so I ordered several of that kind as well.” “Really?” she jumped up excitedly and, damn, that made her breasts brush against my chest, causing one of the best sensations I’d ever felt “Oh, Noah! I… I don’t even know how to thank you…! This… This is the best gift I’ve ever received!” Holly wrapped her arms around me, probably lifting her feet off the ground to try and get as close to my face as

"Can't use metal or have metal against their bodies because it's not natural." Hollyn's eyes widened as she got up and went to Tove's chair. She curled up in front of him, like one of the kids at the library. She was a special combination of innocent and so fucking sexy she made my teeth ache. "May I?" She reached up for the book. Settled it on her lap when Tove handed it to her. She skimmed her finger down the page. At one point she burst into laughter. Shook her head. Kept reading. "This is a very odd book. They have many aspects correct and many of them very, very wrong. Where did you get this?"

played me without a goddamn reason. “Hannah? Here. I want you to go with this.” Holly called from the house, breaking my train of thoughts. I scurried over, curious. In her outstretched hands, was a diary. I grabbed it cautiously, examining the intricate patterns on the cover. I opened it and gasped. I immediately shoved the diary back in her hands. “No, Holly I couldn't possibly take that.” I said, shaking my head vigorously. Holly chuckled, a light warm sound that seeped into my bones, grounding me.

Holly did everything she could to keep herself distracted until Lincoln’s visit. She took care of Eve, and when she was putting her to bed, she read every book on the shelf, some of them twice just to help keep herself keep calm. Her worries and doubts were like an internal storm inside her, fear struck like lightning, over and over again. She wished she was able to talk to her mother about this, although Kathy would probably just tell her to rip the band aid off. And if she spoke to Maggie about it, Maggie would be so happy that she would forget how afraid Holly felt.

Was all she said, her voice much softer than mine. “I’m not a practicing one, but I know the craft.” Rowena nodded pleasantly, reaching down to where her bag sat on the floor. She pulled two leather-bound books from within, the covers dry and peeling. They smelled of oils and dried lavender as she held them out for Holly. “I understand how difficult this is—for both of you. To be unprepared for your own awakening, it’s not something I would wish on any young witch. I am not here to force you into anything. These books are to read at your own pleasure, while you decide if my help is something you might want.”

Silverlake Vila was Lorian and Holly's home once. Now, it was just a house filled with distant memories. The villa had been unoccupied for some time, but it was kept impeccably clean by regular housekeeping. Everything that Holly had used was neatly preserved, such as her clothes and jewelry. They were small trinkets she liked and merchandises from her favorite movie, "Fallen Dust". Lorian picked up a book of concept art and read aloud the lines printed on it.

She slotted yet another book into the shelf in front of her, only to have the one next to it get up and fly away. “This is torture.” “Tell me about it. This is why I hate libraries in the first place,” Holly replied in a muffled voice. ‘Well, I love our library back at home. Books there aren’t as naughty as the ones here.’ There was a brief silence. A low shuffling of feet made Clara turn around. She watched Holly as she shelved a book effortlessly, and then another. She whirled around, her lips curled into a sneer. “Look, Your Highness.”

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

"You'll see how hard I get shoving my fingers up my pussy while I watched the two of you watching the two of us." "Eventually?" I repeated. "I have to admit to a twinge of jealousy when I watched Lana strip off her shorts and her top right next to you," Holly said. "But as I watched her frigging her pussy while she had her eyes glued to what Sandy and I were doing-completely oblivious to you and your stiff dick poking out of your fly-the exhibitionist in me came out and she really got me turned on! That's when I took my laptop into the bedroom so your Holly-cam could film me jilling off."