Stephen King Holly Series Novels & Stories

"Let's just say it should be a night that Holly Covington would enjoy." My breath caught at the mention of Holly, the heroine of the erotic novel he'd seen and downloaded. Holly had been into some wild and crazy stuff. What the heck did Jack have planned after reading that book? I had no idea, but if I'd been wearing panties they'd have been damp by now. Feeling the moisture between my legs with no underwear to absorb it had me clenching my thighs together under my dress.

"Holly, Stella slipped off the mountain accidentally and is bleeding heavily! You need to come to the hospital immediately to draw blood!" "You have half an hour to come to the hospital." "You'll be held accountable if anything happens to Stella!" After reading the texts, Holly left the group chat and blocked them all, her face devoid of expression. From now on, she was no longer Stella's blood bank, no longer Frank and Mary's daughter, no longer Colin's sister, and certainly not Oscar's fiancee. She was Holly Webster, and nothing more. She turned her head one last time to glance at the place she had called home for over 20 years, then stepped into the car that came to pick her up with the s

Trinity’s POV The royal library was a world of its own—tall, arched ceilings cloaked in silent shadows, the faint scent of aged parchment and polished mahogany drifting through the air like a comforting embrace. It was much colder here than in my room, and yet I felt oddly more alive. Surrounded by books with titles like Mystics of the Moon, The Forgotten Bloodlines, and Lunar Heritage: Gifts from the Goddess. Honestly it didn't feel like I was still trapped in a palace, rather in a world of paradise.

" 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.

** **“Why don’t you talk to the rest of the team? And what happened between you and Camilla? You used to be close, but now you act like enemies. I noticed it in the coffee room.” **“I’m introverted. Whatever happened between me and Camilla is none of your business, so keep your curiosity to yourself. Please.”** **“Okay,”** Holly said, turning back to face the front. **“Here’s my house. You can stop here,”** she said. Sophia pulled over. **“Thank you,”** Holly said with a smile, hopping out of the car. She waved at Sophia through the window. Sophia rolled the window down. **“I guess we’re neighbors. My house is the one opposite yours.”**

Holly dashed to grab her phone while I held Cole’s hand, unwilling to let him go. “Cole, come back to me,” I whispered. He remained unresponsive, filling me with dread. “I can't lose him,” I thought, the weight of my feelings pressing upon me. “Holly, where is everyone?” I suddenly wondered. “The house is too silent, like a graveyard.” “Where are all the guards?” I questioned. “Lila, I need to see something,” Holly said, her intuition guiding her. Together, we moved to the place where the bodies once were, but found them vanished.

“Leave now, and I might let you walk out of here alive.” “Oh, Alex,” she sneered. “You always think you’re in control. But not tonight.” Suddenly, the room was illuminated by the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the glass. Holly stood there, her wild eyes gleaming, a gun trembling in her hand. My security team wasn’t far behind, but she’d managed to get this far, which meant she was desperate—and desperate people were dangerous. “Holly, put the gun down,” I said, my voice calm but commanding.

And since he had almost kissed her twice, she had gone back to ignoring him with a dedication that was honestly impressive. Why does she keep me on the edge? Kael wondered, frustrated beyond reason. Is this a game? Or does she truly hate me? He turned the corner toward the East Wing, intending to check the guard rotation. Instead, he found a ghost. Holly—Sister Holly—was walking toward him. She glided. Her white dress billowed around her, and her feet were bare on the cold stone. She held a small book of prayers, her lips moving silently. She looked perfect, she looked cleansed.

Holly peppered the leaders in the room with questions. “Holly, one question at a time. You need to re…” Clarence started to speak, but Holly cut him off. “Say the word relax to me, Clarence Donald Folsom and I’ll fly home and kick your ass.” Holly pointed her finger at the monitor with narrowed eyes on her cousin.

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.