Jillian Holtzmann Novels & Stories

Good Afternoon! And how are we doing today? Oh, don’t be surprised, you are in the right room. This is Detention. Miss Breuer called in sick today, and I’m filling in for the poor old dear. My name is Jill Swan, and I’m the new History Teacher for the First Year Students here. I’ve been here a week and I hope to be here for a very long time.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

We do theme nights once a month, which I feel is too much cause I'm not too fond of theme nights. ************************************************ Follow me on https://www.i*******m.com/elizabeth_green1922 *************************************************

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Whoever this Sake was, he was walking into the biggest lie of his life. “Okay,” she said. Victoria had a point. Visually, no one would notice. She was just as beautiful as Julia. Their body types weren’t far off either—though Julia probably got hers from yoga and Pilates, while Jillian’s was the result of hard labor and surviving life’s beatings. Julia was an inch taller. But no one would notice that. “Come on. You need to get ready before you meet your mother.” Jillian rolled her eyes but followed. If she wanted revenge, she needed patience.

She deleted all of Derek’s contact information right before my eyes. “Just pretend I apologized, okay? I deleted everything. I never wanted to be with him. I was only playing around. We’re husband and wife. Look, I deleted everything…” For the first time, I saw fear in Jaime’s eyes. I did not know what she feared, but her attempts to make amends came too late. Even after I rejected her again and again, she refused to give up. She stayed in the village, sponsored poor students, and brought large amounts of medical equipment.

“It gone quite bigger.” Her name is Jillian Magadalo, but you all know her as Jill. The young black hair girl who’s an inch tall as Wayne. She had half sullen and half charming look, blended like caramel and black coffee. She had strong eyes but wasn't made to be bitter. It was an open book whenever she speaks, and close one whenever she looked deeply at you. She love to tie her hair and reveal her hair forehead, or sometimes just separate bangs to cover a percentage of it. No one know why, and no one bother to ask, maybe because it's suits her well.

I turned around to see another stalker/best friend/nuisance waltz around the room without knocking on the door. I pout my freshly applied bold red lip replying feistily, “Project Lead-Miss Ella Miller. Do you ever knock?” “No, Hmmm mmmm mmm you doe-eyed beauty, the birthday boy is gonna love his present tonight” she winked, reminding me what I had almost forgotten, it was James Holt’s 30th birthday!