Hollywood Novels Novels & Stories

Holly let out a low contented moan, and Kim said to her, "You like that, Holly? You like a big strange cock stuffed up your faithful-wife cunt for the first time?" "Oh, fuck, yes!" she answered. "I think your hubby does, too!" Kim went on, "Look at him staring right at your stretched pussy, filled with some other guy's hard cock! He's got his dick up Kiki's ass, but that's just a way of jerking off while he watches his sweet, loving wife get fucked by a stranger!" Holly looked over at me, and on panting breaths, she said, "You like that, baby? You like seeing a big strange cock filling your darling wife's devoted cunt? You want to watch him really fuck me? You want me to be a slut wife for y

ZARA Holly is standing by the front door, talking with Brooke when we reach the hallway. Usually she is the quiet one in the room. Today that is not the case. Words are spilling out of her mouth in a fast stream, and her hands keep moving as she explains something with growing excitement. Brooke stands there listening. Or at least trying to. She nods politely every few seconds while Holly continues speaking. The pace of the conversation leaves little room for her to respond. The whole scene feels slightly overwhelming to watch.

All Holly wanted to do was retreat to her room and sleep for a few more hours. When she woke up, at around 4pm, the house appeared to be empty. She checked, and her dad’s car was gone from the driveway. Now that she was feeling better and was all alone in the house, there seemed to be only one thing on her mind. Sex. During her nap she had a dream about Clara the girl she has met last night. The girl still had a lot to learn, but Holly could not take her large breasts off her mind and their make out session..

" Her words hit him hard, and Luke's defenses shattered. He slumped into his seat, drained of all strength. His lips quivered, his eyes brimming with sadness and helplessness. "You knew about all of that?" Holly gave a half-hearted grunt and checked the time. She was going to meet Yoel soon. She did not feel like wasting another minute on Luke. She grabbed her things and stood to leave. Then, as an afterthought, Holly dropped one last bombshell. "Oh, and just so you know, that night we got together wasn't because you were drunk. Cecilia roofied you.

"I won't let you down." Only then did Holly finally relax. From that point on, I showed up at the library every day and stayed up late "studying" in bed at night. Meanwhile, Holly went back to her carefree life, and her followers bragged about her natural talent—how she didn't need to study like some small-town grind just to get good results. What she didn't know was that I spent my time in the library watching movies and scrolling through short videos. As night fell, I spent my hours reading novels. As for all the materials she bought for me? Hah! I sold every single one of them.

--- Ayana stood in Nelson's living room in the afternoon quiet after Cat left around 2 and looked around at the space that was now, temporarily or permanently, her home. Bare walls. Careful shelves. The couch had barely been used. The kitchen with its two mugs on the table — she'd left them there deliberately, some superstition about the morning, about not erasing the evidence that something had shifted. She went to the bookshelves. Ran her fingers along the spines. Social work texts. Philosophy. History. A worn copy of *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius with the corners bent back. A Bible — different from her father's, less used, the kind kept for reference rather than comfort.

Speaking of Holly, where is she? Whitney’s hand swept around the space next to her. It was cool, and empty. Hollis must’ve gotten up a while ago. Her honey brown eyes blinked slowly as she stretched herself into an upright position. She felt extra relaxed after having a bit of makeup sex before falling asleep curled up in Hollis' arms, but began craving the aftercare she so needed right now. Whitney wanted to be cradled, treated to kisses that turned into nuzzling, tickled until tears ran down her cheeks, and protected in ways only Hollis knew how to guard her. With it being their last day in Auburn before flying to Hollywood the following morning, she longed to be wrapped up in Hollis' stro

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

"But I don't think that is the real problem you are worried about. Tell me, what worries you?" "I'm a prisoner right now," Holly almost whispered the words. "No need to whisper, no one will be able to hear you here. The resonance of our souls keeps out intruders. Tell me, who has you imprisoned? Perhaps between us, we can figure out a solution." Somehow Holly doubted that was the truth. "Lucifer," she responded. "Lucifer?" Willow frowned. "Where's Tydeus? Has he found you yet? Or maybe even Angel?" Holly rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone ask about Angel? I don't get it. Him and that other guy are nothing but stalkers. They've been stalking us from life to life, and yet we always fall for t

“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