Becoming Molly Mae Novels & Stories

She waved her hand in a gesture to chase us out of the house, making us laugh. "This will be fun". Rhea squealed. "First time I'm having a girls day". She announced, skipping happily. I laughed at her reaction. We left the house for her car. She hit the road as soon as we got in. We sang along to Sweet but psycho by Ava Max, playing from the car stereo. "Where are we going?". I asked through the blasting music. "You know the salon owned by Damon right?". She asked, eyes focused on the road.

Blake's mom gave a bit of a diapproving look but his dad just smiled. Molly was holding a sleeping Punkie in her arms sitting on a blanket "you are so amazing Mackayla." She blushed "not really my sister does it better then I do. Of course she is eight years younger then me and freer in body." "Well I don't think I would be able to do it at all" Molly said. Blake reached down to help her up. She followed the couple back up the stairs she took Brenda up to lay her down for her nap then handed Mackayla the reciever.

I shouldn’t have brought my phone with me,I sigh. The last thing I want is for anyone in this household to know the truth about me.I need to look for a lie to cover up.I make a mental note to change some information on my social media accounts and cover tracks,It's not like I frequent them anyway but I still have to be very careful from now on. “I am just a girl who lost both of her parents and everything they owned,I am looking for greener pastures and ways to get my life back in order”I say trying to sound convincing.

Molly: It was Monday morning, and the day for the interview in the writing firm. It was for the role of an editor. I used to work part time as an editor online for novel platforms. I was standing in front of the mirror, picking out the dress that would fit the occasion. "Molly!" I heard Kate scream my name from across the hallway. As soon as she pulled the door to my room open, I threw the dresses into the wardrobe which was nearby. "Hey," I said to her with a smile, hoping she wouldn't suspect a thing.

I grabbed a pack of monggo and put it in my cart. “Who are you with here? I came alone when I moved here, the promise was a canteen crew, but turned out to be a pimp,” I was surprised by what she said, but I didn’t look at her and just listened, “Don’t be surprised if I’m telling you, I just feel close right away,” she picked up a bottle of stik-o from the shelf we passed by, her hoop earrings were very noticeable. “It’s okay, it’s my first time meeting someone from the province,”

Then I put my toiletries in the bathroom along with my makeup. Even though I was exhausted when I finished unpacking, I took a long hot shower, made dinner, and ate before bed. Before I allowed myself to fall asleep, I put a reminder on my prepaid cell phone to check out furniture at the thrift stores in the area after school on Monday. I became emancipated when I was only sixteen years old since my parents were both hard-core opioid addicts, and I was tired of working my ass off to pay their bills while they just stayed at home, getting wasted. So, I started saving up the money I made from doing odd jobs, showed a family court judge proof that I could take care of myself, and started workin

"Help me prepare the paperwork for a legal name change. I want to completely change my identity." The person on the other end was silent for a few seconds, then responded hesitantly, "Ms. Newman, changing your legal identity is a complex process that's very difficult to reverse. Are you sure about this?" I laughed bitterly. "Of course I'm sure." I was not just changing my name. I was going to completely reinvent myself so he could never find me. Shortly after hanging up, Anna sent me a message. "The process will take about a week." I did not reply. After changing into my own clothes, I went downstairs to discharge myself.

Bridget’s voice, crisp and impatient, broke the air as she glanced at her maid climbing toward her room. “Ma’am, I’ve found a new driver! The agency says he’s top-rated, and his resume is really impressive!” Manang Karen announced, her excitement palpable. She waved the paper like it was a trophy, clearly proud of her discovery. Despite her occasional scatterbrained moments, Karen had her reliable streaks.

Not only did she secure full custody of her children and her fair share of the assets, but she also rose to become the new head of Yeomans Group. As for me, I reclaimed the 300,000 dollars that was rightfully mine, as well as the compensation Tristan had to pay. The online turmoil had long since died down. To many, I became a symbol of women who bravely fought for their rights. Angela’s surgery was a success, and her health was steadily improving. Everything had been resolved. On a sunny afternoon, Maya, Cindy, and I met up at a cafe. “Here’s to us!” Cindy raised her cup, grinning like a child.

Under the aurora, in a log cabin. I was in a white cashmere sweater, by the fireplace. I watched the fire move. Every scar I had was under the layers of winter wool. I'd used the money to found a global center for rare pediatric diseases. Named after Emily. I ran my own multinational from here. I was carving a small wooden figure of a girl with a knife. Marco, who had quit the casino to become a freelance photographer, had come up with supplies. He knocked the snow off his coat and looked at me.