Jillian Holtzmann Novels & Stories

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.

Hours before the project even officially opened. The name on it is Eleanor Whitfield.

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.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

Each one of them bowed their heads. “I present to you, the next Alpha of the Stella pack,” My Dad began, raising my hand, “Alpha Cato Loren!” The crowd burst into applause as I gazed out at them, my shoulders back and my chin high. “His Luna, Jessica Michaels. And his Beta, Elias Smith.” The crowd only grew wilder, their howls and whistles echoing through the forest. My parents and Blair stepped off the podium, leaving the three of us. Me in the middle, Elias and Jess on either side.

Jillian said continuously. Noah nodded, "sure," he replied flatly. Jillian clapped her hand once. "Ah one more thing, she preferred to be called Rachel, you don't need to be so formal with her, she's a very pleasant person! added Jillian cheerfully. A few minutes later they arrived at a wrestling gym next to a shooting range. Jillian walked briskly with Noah trailing behind her. She waved to a woman who was sitting in front of a wrestling ring with two guards in her right and left.