Jillian Holtzmann Novels & Stories

The mist shifted, colder and heavier, and every sound seemed to drain out of the world. And suddenly, everything around seemed to still. Everything around seemed to lose. Whatever it held on to, whatever life or hope that it wanted to carry, it just stilled completely. And she was there. Tatiana. The one woman who had not spoken to me. The one woman who's been avoiding me because she knew that I was her daughter, but not only that, I was the flaw that she wanted to ignore. Maybe Delilah was someone that she wanted to hold on to. She wanted to embrace the power that Giovanni struck in her. But I was that flaw that she wanted to ignore. The flaw that reminded her of what true love was, what hu

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer

she assured me, and though I nodded, a lingering sense of unease remained. How could she possibly understand? I wasn't merely an ordinary newcomer; I was the mate of Alpha Hawthorne from the Crescent Moon Pack, the rival of Alpha Riel. "Certainly, thank you," I replied with a smile, and she acknowledged it with a nod before exiting, leaving me alone to grapple with my own thoughts.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

The rain that had plagued the city for months was gone, replaced by a blinding, crisp winter sun that reflected off the hood of a modest, dark blue sedan. Jillian Michaels sat behind the wheel, wearing a simple black wool coat and a dark sweater—the tailored obsidian suits and silver luxury watches had been left behind in the hollow vaults of Apex Tower. For the first time in ten years, Jillian wasn't checking a global stock ticker or a corporate calendar. The smartphone on the passenger seat was entirely silent, stripped of all executive access codes.

"Maya Brown, what is wrong with you?" Lily shouted at the frail girl who was lifting heavy metals on the floor. "I'm almost done, you don't need to worry!" Maya said in an indifferent tone. "What are you almost done? Don't you know that today we are hosting a total of five packs in our territory?" Lily asked angrily. "So why don't you leave so that I can finish my work." Maya was not fazed by the woman's shouting. Instead, she found her more and more annoying.

After Razl left, Tourmaline spent the morning worrying about him while she dealt with her laundry, since she was down to the last of her clean clothes. She’d just put her things into the dryer when Jillian and another pretty blonde who introduced herself as Carla Reyes stopped by to check on her. When Jillian found out that she still hadn’t eaten breakfast, she ran back to her cabin for some pastries, while Tourmaline put on some coffee and talked to Carla, who was a riot. She listened, fascinated, as Carla explained how she was the only female Runner for the Silvercrest pack, her partner a man named Wyatt Pall.

Holt doesn’t smile, doesn’t cancel meetings, and certainl‌y doesn’t l⁠et coffee sp‌ill on him without reac‍ting. Her‌ phone buzzed again. T⁠his time it wasn’t her mother’s nurse. It was an unknown number. Y‍ou’‌re late ‌ to orientation, Miss Blake. Twice today you’ve disappointed me. Try not⁠ t‌o make it th‍ree, Adria⁠n Holt. ‌