Harry Potter Molly Weasley Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

She knelt down, smiling wickedly, and pulled my hair, grinding my face into the ground as she cursed. “Kiara, if you think Wesley is a good thing, then you're just as crazy as him. I want no part in your madness. As for the things you and he stole from me, I will reclaim every last one, even if you walk around naked,” Molly threatened, smashing my head into the grass before standing up and glaring at me. As I tried to get up, she pressed her foot against my stomach, but Wade intervened. “Let my mother go,” he demanded, trying to pry Molly's foot away from me as tears welled up in my eyes.

Hearing this, Liara shivered in fear, thinking about her mate. Would… would he do the same to her? “Why are you getting worried, shorty? I mentioned BEAUTIFUL she-wolves, not an ugly duckling.” Molly laughed at her and pulled her ponytail for fun. “Ahh!” Liara whimpered. “Your hair is now long again. It will be fun to cut them down again.” Molly said in a wicked tone, scaring Liara, who quickly pulled her hair and went inside the elevator with her luggage and watched Molly laughing at her. She recalled how Molly, with her gang, had cut her long hair to the waist.

Molly couldn't talk, she kept staring at Heather, looking scared. "Molly?" "Where is Harry?" "I want my mummy!" Molly sobbed. "Of course Molly, I will take you to your Mom. I will take you to your Mum once you tell me where Harry is" Heather said to the frightened girl. Molly sobbed for a while and sniffed in. "Okay?" "Kingdom" Molly whispered slowly. "What?" Heather asked after a pause. " I want my mummy" Molly cried out slowly and Heather sniffed in.

“I’m happy for you, man. Finally you will get to know the true taste of happiness. I’ve never seen you try to stay close to a woman before and some people were beginning to ask nasty questions. Well… safe for that bitch, Molly, who's practically forcing herself on you with her fake ass personality. I have warned you before that she's poisonous.” Denver frowned at his words but that didn’t deter Harry from spitting out so much hate words against Molly. He hated how gutsy she was to assume herself a girlfriend. The whole world might misunderstand, but he, Harry, knows that Molly and Denver are practically impossible because Denver doesn’t even look at her that way. Whenever Denver looks at her

Molly sniggers, wiggling her eyebrows. “That’s hard given it’s all I can think about... Have you seen Killian shirtless? That is the kind of chest you spread whipped cream on and lick it off with nothing but your tongue,” I tell them, unable to pull my eyes from my sexy-as-sin husband. “At least one of us will be getting some good vitamin dick tonight,” Molly grumbles, her hand smoothing down her windblown hair. “For the rest of us, it’ll just be us and a soft mattress.”

“You could definitely get more. You are a smart girl, and you should play that up when the bidding starts. Dress like a sexy nerd, wear the glasses, ect… I think you could get well over 100k.” Molly looks at the door, her hand coming away from the handle. She walks back to the chair and sits down, taking a deep breath, “I’m in,” she states, her voice certain. “Well?” Eddy asks and I smirk, walking towards the door. “Well, what?” I repeat the question back. “What do you think?” he asks, and I glance back at Molly one more time. “I think I’ll bid,” I confess. “She could be what I’m looking for.”

I guess I can't hide it forever. Richard stands still. Shocked, and in disbelief. “What did you just say, Molly?” “I am carrying your baby Richard.” “That night. That night at the party. You were drunk and weary. You were weak yet attractive. Our bodies were thirsty for each other and we gave in. It was the best I have ever experienced.” Richard is sitting at this point, his eyes red, his body language pale. “I can't believe he had no memories of that night” “Is this the reason you look at me with so much desire in your eyes? You look at me with so much thirst. You yearn for me though you try to hide it sometimes”

My eyes search the room until I saw a small figure in the bed. Walking up I noticed it was Molly I quickly grabbed her. She was ice cold, her open eyes were watery but pure black letting me know she was under a spell. I look over her body and notice blood on the blankets then my eyes traveled to her neck. I felt so much rage I throw my head back and roared, the castle shook causing screams to echo my roar But I didn't care I was pissed. I let go of Molly stepping back my claws grew my eye were shining red and my skin was as hot as flames.

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...

The very love that kept her holding on too; the very love that gave her the patience to wait until the time was right for her to go and reunite herself with her love. Molly was not Molly Hammers anymore, she was Molly Jacobs; an eighteen year old former student of Gilham High School who Molly woke up as when she was just eight years old and had to wait ten years to be old enough to leave home and go and be with the love of her life; ten years that were torturous because she had already found Eric and even knew where he lived but couldn't leave to see him and be with him because she was a minor and so she had to wait for her eighteenth birthday to officially be allowed to leave the nest.