Kill Joy Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

Then it was Christmas Eve and on to Christmas. And best of all was dinner with Nathan in a few hours. She was actually more excited about that then she was for Christmas. She looked at the clock. Eight minutes. “Ms. Jones? If we move, will I ever see you again?” Kellie asked, her green eyes big and full of tears. She wiped at a freckled nose. “I don’t know,” Holly answered. “I hope so, though.” Kellie’s lower lip trembled. Holly had already had several kids burst into tears today at the thought of leaving everything they knew for a new city.

Jacky emptied the drink from the bottle he gave him on the ground and hurried to meet him by the car and then got in. “Have you gotten anything?” Dust said into the phone, he was beside the table and there were some drugs on the paper which he was taking into his nostrils. There was a bottle of alcohol beside it which he was taking. “It’s the same person who killed Joan, he killed Sadie.” “What the hell has that got to do with Sadie?” He rubbed his nose on the table. “I almost got fucking married to her, Sadie knew a lot of us, what I couldn’t get is why he did that to Hazel.”

Before I could react, she slammed her hands onto my desk, leaning in so close I could see the wild gleam in her eyes. “Alex killed Dain!” she hissed, her voice low but venomous. “What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I recoiled. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb, Kelly!” Holly’s voice rose, drawing the attention of everyone in the office. “Alex sent his men to murder Dain. He’s a killer, and you’re in bed with a monster!”

Whitney slid into her vehicle and started to back out of the parking spot, turning and taking off in the other direction. Holly. Her heart did jumping jacks. “Yeah.” Hollis muttered softly to herself, for the first time feeling hallow and empty without the company of another. No, not just anyone. Whitney York.

"Ms. Jones, my stomach's acting up. I just wanted a laugh, so I had Jim bring some yogurt. You're not mad, are you?" Holly's tense expression melted. Oddly enough, I felt nothing. No inner turmoil, no fit of rage like before, just a calm nod to show I got the message. Holly, who rarely felt the need to justify herself, said, "Jim, Charles was just…" I handed her the yogurt, cutting her off mid-sentence. Holly had had a few drinks, so driving was out of the question. She made sure Charles was okay, then came back with me.

Late at night, Shopia Joy finally stepped out of Joe’s hospital room. The cold air of the corridor bit at her skin, but she continued walking slowly toward the waiting area to buy a bottle of water. Her feet ached, but her mind was far more exhausted. Ever since Damian had shown up and revealed that he knew about Joe, her head hadn’t stopped spinning with the worst possible scenarios. But her steps came to a sudden halt when she saw Hunter Jackson sitting on one of the long benches. His head was bowed, fists clenched on his knees, as if he were battling something deep inside. He wore an old, faded jacket that looked as worn as his soul.

The brown moustache cop spoke, "It's nothing much ma'am, we only need to ask a few questions regarding Logan Kellerman. It comes to our notice that Joy Jones ran away with him--- " "Helped him," I corrected dumbly and bit the inside of my cheek. It was better to shut my mouth. Both the officers gazed at me, nodding slowly. "Yeah so Miss Joy Jones, there are some things that needs to be answered--- " "She isn't going to answer any questions now," my mum declared confidently. "Excuse us officer, but she's really sick. It would be nice if the interrogation happened later, she needs to recover." "We understand that ma'am, but her co-operation is necessary," the blonde one said, his voice indicat

"I've heard some fascinating stories about your new missus... Hillary Hunter, the bitch who ruined my life." "How do you know her?" I asked, confused but still interested in discovering their connection. "The 'how' doesn't matter anymore, just know one thing and please deliver it to her, " She rose up from the bed in her slightly ripped lingerie. "As long as I am alive, Hillary Hunter will never know peace. I will destroy her, Jordan. And when I'm done with her, I'll feed her carcass to wild dogs." I quietly listened to her ranting and I couldn't help being amused by the way her red face changed from menacing to comical.

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.

I asked with a teasing tone, hoping she’d fall for it. Joy shook her head and even hit my shoulder until I stumbled and almost fell. “I haven’t found my mate yet. This is a birthday gift from my savior.” Joy explained. I noticed a glint of respect when she said savior. “And who is this savior of yours?” Joy pondered for a moment before she answered, “It’s Alpha Killian.” The moment his name dropped from Joy’s mouth, the storage room was slammed open with robust power, making us jump in fright. A shadow of a man erupted from outside until the dim light fell to his face.