Libby Molly Mcgee Novels & Stories

Molly moved to sit sideways on my lap, her head still against my chest, so she could see Trace and Jess. “Molly.” Jess gave her a smile. All the hostility from earlier was gone. “How are you feeling?” Molly stretched her leg out, just a bit, shifting and getting more comfortable. “I’m okay. It’s—I’ve had guns pointed at me before, but this one was a first. Never had it against my head.” She gave her a sheepish grin. “I’m a little embarrassed, but I’m okay. Really.” Jess was skirting between Molly and me. “Do you want something to eat? Drink? We can go up and I can make you broth?”

Colby and Cord stood back from the kid’s table, keeping an eye on the kids, while they talked and held yet more dark-haired babies. This was one fertile family. Libby plopped down beside her. “How is Anton faring with the multitude of McKay males?” “Good I guess.” “I forgot. Not all males.” She pointed. “Look at Eliza.” Her face was sweaty and smudged with dirt. Weeds poked out of her pigtails. Grass stained her flowered shirt. And she was grinning from ear to ear. “And they thought Keely was hell on wheels. I say look out for her.”

I was sure we would have more chances based upon our getting on the same page. Just as I reached for the TV remote, my phone alert chimed and my whole body leapt as I saw the '611'. I slipped on my flip flops and strode next door with a purpose. Molly was not at the door this time, but it was slightly ajar. I looked around for her, but did not find her in the kitchen or the great room and I was about to call out for her when I looked down the hall and saw a light from the guest room and heard a little moan. I headed in there and Molly was on the bed in just her bra and briefs. One hand was massaging a tit and trying to tweek the nipple through her bra, while the other one was inside her thic

“Hey, munchkin! What’s going on? How was school?” Molly squirmed with excitement. “I went today!” Vivian laughed, turning the camera slightly. “That’s right. She actually went, and came home smiling. Miracles happen.” I stepped closer, smiling instinctively. “That’s wonderful, Molly. I’m so proud of you.” Molly gasped. “Aunt Celeste!” She leaned into the camera, her face lighting up. “Look! I wore a new hair clip today!” She turned her head to show off a small silver clip shaped like a daisy. My heart squeezed.

Molly Landry, our neighbor's daughter, has been living off my family's money while pretending to be some generous rich girl. At school, she gets the entire class to turn on me. They shut me out and bully me. When the class fund goes missing, Molly frames me for stealing it. Then she takes the accusation online and makes me out to be a thief. The internet tears me to shreds, and my reputation is destroyed. But Molly still isn't done. She teams up with my family's driver to steal confidential company files and sell them to a competitor. Our company goes bankrupt, and when the creditors come after us, my entire family is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Molly builds her entire online persona

Tears begin to flow down my face. “Mel was the sweetest person I knew, she was polite, smart, caring, and compassionate, and in reality, she was none of those things Abby. You should have heard her gloat about what she did to Mum, how she convinced us all that she was a battered woman and got away with murder. I’m glad Dean killed her. Because if he didn’t, I would have.” I say furiously. I wipe my tears angrily.

"Libby, I'm fine, really." Jasmine leaned back in her chair and lifted her glass of sweet tea. She took a long drink of it, pleased to see that her hands weren't shaking. Her cousin, Liberty McCoy, was sitting across from her giving her the fisheye. "You sure don't look fine to me." "But I am. Look." She held out her hand, forcing it to remain steady. "Not even a tremor." "You can't fool me, Jasmine Grey. I've known you too long. You always put on a good front."

Christian, Molly, Jake, Luke, and me. Molly is my soul sister and Christian’s cousin. We met when we were ten and have been inseparable ever since. She had just moved from Prance, and something about her radiant spirit matched mine. Molly is elegance incarnate, like a goddess sculpted from stardust and satin. She owns one of Orlander’s most beloved fashion brands, studies Fashion Design, and belongs to a family empire of boutiques, malls, and designer labels. But beneath all that glamour, she’s just Molly—my confidante, my mirror, my ride or die.

“And what about baby Jack?” “Mickey Mouse!” Libby says, raising her hands up over her head. “He’s just a baby, though.” “Mickey Mouse is always a good choice.” I take her hand and follow Carly through the empty lot. She takes photos of the orange flags and sends them to her husband. Libby wants to walk down the street and look at the geese by the water’s edge. I go with her, but stop before we even make it two houses down. Because of all the people in this town for me to run into—again—it’s Owen fucking Dawson. And this time, he’s shirtless and sweaty and pushing a lawnmower. I remember my dream from yesterday and hate the rush of heat that goes through me.

Tom sounds hurt and I get it but still, I can’t shake this feeling. “No, I don’t Tom but what if it’s more than you even know. She’s your best friend and you trust her but what if she’s hiding more than even you know? Have you thought about that?” “Christ-“ “He knows everything about my Christian. Everything, and I assure you that I am no harm to your children or family.” Molly's soft voice pulls everyone’s attention toward the stairs where she’s standing. She’s dressed in jean shorts and an off-the-shoulder tee shirt. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she has bright pink sandals on her feet. I’m angry as hell with her and yet still instantly attracted to her. Fuck my life.