Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Molly Weasley Fanfiction

Under the dim light, the girl’s skin was incredibly delicate, her eyes misty, her lips slightly parted, and she seemed to be having difficulty breathing. Jareth’s lips trembled slightly. He was shocked. “Molly?! What are you doing here?!” “I’m hot.” Molly lifted her beautiful face, her whole body trembling, from her cheeks to her ears and down to her neck, all flushed with a light red. “Hot? What happened? Are you sick? You can’t just hide in here!” Owen was confused and quickly extended his arms, trying to pull her out of the bushes. However, he could feel her heat when he touched her arm! She was like a living furnace!

Too damn far. The hunter raised his blade, sprinting toward me. I couldn’t move fast enough. Couldn’t shield her. Couldn’t— A shadow fell across me. I turned and froze. It wasn’t another hunter. It was Molly. But not the Molly I knew. Her soft brown eyes were gone, replaced with a blazing, molten gold. Her hair flew loose in the wind of the night, as if it were constructed of fire and anger. Her clawed arms stretched wide, trembling with power, her chest rising like she was about to burst.

While Molly had previously supported Mila in her quest to become an independent woman, getting into trouble with Hallie had changed her mind. Deep in her heart, Molly thought that if Gerald was her boyfriend, she would’ve used him to embarrass Hallie for bullying her. That way, Hallie wouldn’t ever dare to mess with her again. While Wanda hadn’t said a thing, she was also standing together with them, looking forward to Gerald’s arrival.

This Molly is a naughty girl oh. Gosh!!

"I want you to fuck me!" "What?!" "You heard me, Lyle. I want... I need... you to fuck me!" You could have knocked me over with a feather, as I stood stunned in my neighbor's backyard with my mouth agape and confusion written all over my face. Molly is my best female friend, and she was six months' pregnant with her beloved husband's child.

Harley's P.O.V. "Quit slacking off already, or else we will get in trouble," Molly whispered while mopping the floor. I rolled my eyes and glanced behind me for the eleventh time. "Stop it," she said a little louder. I wanted to, but I couldn't help myself; I wanted to look at him when he walked in. "For once, act like you are truly grateful to get a job at such an amazing company," Molly said seriously as I huffed softly.

Zina answered, facing Molly, her voice dull—like she had already given up. "Zina, you always give up easily. Don’t you trust me? Don’t worry about it. We just have to make the mansion a living hell for that monster the young master married as a wife." Molly’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, her eyebrows arching suggestively. "How do we do that, Molly? You know I don’t want to find myself in a big mess." Zina’s voice trembled with unease. Her heart pounded as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Forrest down at the gate. Molly, my classmate who lived a few blocks up the street from us, skipped past the gossiping adults at my gate and up to my porch. Molly was tall with fiery red hair. She had volume in the right places, and slimness where it should be. She was strikingly attractive, lusted after by all the guys around here. But Molly wasn’t a fan of guys. She shared her curves with the girls.

He grabbed Moly,and pulled her into his laps. "Oh Darl,you seems to be cheering up now". She said, giving him a surprise look. "Oh yes,why wouldn't I.My woman had promised to take me somewhere, that can make me more powerful". He said, returning back to his arrogant behaviours.He stared into her eyes for a while. "I failed to realise how beautiful you have become Molly". He said, staring at her lips. Molly smirked at Darl.She already anticipated everything. She closed her eyes,as Darl claimed her lips with his.The kiss seems to last for eternity for Molly,but Darl stopped.

The burning was too intense, trying to claw out of me. Molly didn’t have a care in the world right now. Everything was put away, shoved down in whatever drawer it was supposed to go. And for now, her eyes were in a daze. Her body glistened from some sweat. She never stopped. Her hands were in the air, twirling, creating a spell, and she turned, circling. She could’ve been in a field, enjoying the feel of the sun on her. It was the same movements, but more whimsical.