Becoming Molly Mae Novels & Stories

Her sexy spooky brown eyes lit as she turned to the next girl. "I'm Molly," She said calmly, her sweet soprano voice made it sound like she was singing. Her Black and little white birthmark hair were neatly parked in a ponytail as her lovely sliver eyes sparkled as she removed Melissa's hat from her hair smiling she extended her pale arm for a handshake. Melissa didn't hesitate, she took Molly's hand in hers and shook it gently still watching them hoping they would pop off. She sincerely wishes she could ask one to assist her in massaging her butt, but like she had broken something from the great fall...

She sits next to me and sips her coffee. Molly: Look, I'm going to do this briefly. I don't know much about your husband but I know he's a pathetic piece of shìt. Heard that he got engaged to his ex immediately after filing for a divorce. I'm sure they were having an affair right under your nose in the six months that you were married. Screw them. Anyway, I know divorce is difficult but you're going to get through this. Even if it feels like you're going to die sometimes. Even if it feels like your world is ending. You'll get through it. Millions of women before you have gotten through it. I also got through it and I'm here, sipping coffee and doing what I love and life is good. You're a big

“Yeah … I do.” Her eyes brighten and for a few seconds, she’s the beautiful young attorney who transfixed me, and held me spellbound. The FBI had set the trap so perfectly, setting Molly up to look like she was desperate, drowning in debt, her father and brother always in trouble so she needed a knight in shining armor to come charging in to save her. I fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

Blue Maid You have to go far away from me Or else the demon in me will start working and I can't stop it. This same thing has happened before Two years ago I wanted a maid so badly I had her not against her wish I guess she fell in love with me That was a mistake I'm not the lovey lovey guy. After I had her, I began to despise her. Not giving her attention at all. She felt used Well that was true, I used her. She was found about to commit suicide because of the emotional torture I was giving her. She didn't commit the suicide but instead was arrested for trying to take her life.

They stared at each other in horror to see a young girl, probably four years old, with emerald-colored hair braided perfectly with an orange ribbon, eating chocolate cake on the table. “Who are you?” Yulli asked dangerously. The child looked at them and smiled. She wiped her mouth. “You’re back!” Malaika realized the familiar cute voice. “Wait… Xoxo?! What the hell?” she scrutinized the child. “Can you shapeshift? Is that your true form?” The child laughed. “Right! I can take any form I want. Didn’t I tell you? The goddess’ primordial spirit created me. I’m tired of being an axolotl. I want to be a human!”

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

They never saw Myrna with pregnant belly. Or she hid it with her spell... "Oh my Goddess..." The murmured began to spread. Meanwhile Molie thinned her lips tried not to look awkward. At least they consider to help her announce who she is in front of other people. And now she formally had parents. Even though what they did was closer to heavy crime. Hhh... Molie just didn't know what to do. It's not her that chose to be exist in this world. Finn continued his speak. "Silence..." And the crowd did.

She pulled herself closer to the door of the booth. As soon as the booth was fully opened, Molly had the wrench firmly in her tiny grasp and struck the goon's temple with it. She made sure to hit the goon hard with the wrench with all her might. “AHH!! STUPID BRAT!” The goon stumbled back a little while holding the side of his head while groaning and grunting in pain. Molly saw the slight chance and got out of the booth. Without looking back, she ran towards the opposite direction. She ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. She was still sobbing while running with all her strength. She heard the goons yelling after her before the sounds of the sirens were heard again.

Because it never does. --- But something else happened. That afternoon, a freshman named Natalie stopped us in the hallway. She had pink hair and eyes like storm clouds. “Hey,” she said. “I saw what you guys did.” We braced ourselves. Then she smiled. “I came out last year. Spent the whole summer thinking I’d die alone. Seeing you guys... made me feel brave again.” Blue’s face broke into a slow, stunned smile. “You’re not alone,” she said. And just like that, we weren’t.

“Better if it’s something meaningful you made yourself.” “I could… but what should I make?” “As far as I know, Rebecca was once a ballet dancer. Why don’t we start from there?” Molly looked embarrassed. “Ballet? You mean I should perform for her? No way, I can’t dance!” “I’m not asking you to dance. Here’s what I mean…” With Caitlin’s coaching, Molly finally had the perfect gift prepared and dressed appropriately. Caitlin accompanied her to meet Rebecca. “Molly, let’s stop by the café on the way. I asked Wendy to join us.”