Hello Molly Novels & Stories

I squatted to her level, smiling, “hi Avery, I’m Molly but he calls me pigeon.” She laughed, “why?” “He said it’s because I act freely like a bird.” “I like that,” she smiled, then she shocked me with her next question, “are you his girlfriend?”

There’s another small pause before the girl speaks again, “No need to keep from each other now then, I’m Molly. Fae, if you couldn’t tell from my voice.” Her voice does have that lilting quality, although it sounds tired, it’s like music. “And I’m Karl,” the male adds. “Elf. Or what’s left of one.” Despite everything, my lips twitch. “Nice to meet you. You know, considering the… accommodations.” Molly lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah. Welcome to hell.” I shift, wincing as the silver bites deeper into my wrists. “How long have you two been here?” “Too long,” Karl mutters. “Months, maybe. Hard to tell time down here.”

“Oh my god, Melia… I have been trying to reach you! How have you been, huh?” I frowned, still half-dazed. “Sorry, who’s this?” “Oh god, it’s Molly! From college… your fucking best friend, bitch. Don’t tell me you’ve replaced me already.” A surprised laugh escaped me. “Oh Christ… it’s you. How have you been? It’s been such a long time. Where are you now?” “Well, I’m just a few hours away from you. Anyway, I called to tell you that it’s going to be my little baby’s birthday. She’s turning one and we’re celebrating,” she said excitedly.

Halfway there, Molly checked her phone. "Shit! I got mom's phone." I almost ditched the car. I hope that mom had gotten better at hiding her stuff. "Yeah, well just shut it off. We're late already so I can't go back. I'll call her and let her know." Molly hit the power button, "yeah, I guess." I didn't see Molly till the end of the day. "You stink!" She yelled as she got in. "Yeah, the showers had no hot water. Some guys used them but I'm going home."

“So how are you guys getting to know each other? I mean, how is it going?” Andra could not hide her shock at Molly’s question. “What?” Molly asked, seeing the unbelieving look on Andra’s face. “I want to know. You cannot blame me for that.” She defended. “Still, I am appalled at your question.” “And why is that?” “Because we just moved in,” Andra replied. “And frankly, I have no intention of getting to know that stranger.” “Fine.” Molly gave up trying to persuade her to say something along her line of thought. She checked her phone as it buzzed with a message. Upon checking, she sighed. “Useless network messages.” She said, disgruntled.

Molly said in the most humble voicemail I have ever heard her use. " Please peace just forgive me and accept my friendship". I looked at the time and noticed that I was already running late and I can really tell the Molly won't allow me leave this house if I don't accept her friendship so I just nodded in agreement. " Okay". " You forgive me"?. Molly asked. " Yes". " So we can now be friends"?. " Yes". " Thank you so much peace". She said hugging me. " It's okay". I said as I started walking back towards the door..

She knew her mummy had good taste even though she hated expensive things. “That's right! I just remembered, please take me to your new mummy you told me about. I'm so excited to meet her right now after all the praises you have said about her. Now I'm curious to know what she looks like. But I'm sure she must be very pretty,” Mika said as she followed behind Cherry.

she said apologetically. “It’s no trouble. I’m a night owl anyway.” I stepped aside to let her in. “Please, come in.” Molly entered, and I poured her a glass of water. With me, she seemed less nervous. At this hour, it was clear she had something on her mind. I sat across from her and waited for her to speak. “Are you and him… a couple?” “Somewhere between friends and lovers.”

Molly that name rings a bell, yes his ex-girlfriend. "Please come with me." He mumbled holding my hand. We got to them, they didn't notice our presence because they were arguing. "Hi Molly," Blake mumbled. She turned on seeing him, she hugged him. "Blake it's been a minute." She smiled. She has no shame as I can see. Blake pulled away, she giggled nervously. "Hi, Blake." The max guy faked a smile, anyone could tell he was faking it, he looked embarrassed.

It’s as hollow as she was. She was almost glad when her phone rings and she sees that it’s Molly. She was a welcome distraction, and her enthusiasm for life is undeniable. She would like to wallow in self-loathing, but her internal therapist says talking to Molly will likely be good for her. “Hello.” “Hey, bitch, I got a bone to pick with you,” she says, but there’s no fire. Just friendship..“Well, on that note, I think I have a website for you to check out,” Monica says, looking over at Clay who’s head-down working now. Molly laughs. “That I have to hear. Tell me tonight because I’m taking you out.” “Uh, Mols . . . I’m not in Paris anymore.” Shit, Monica left mad and hopped on