Max Steel Molly Mcgrath Novels & Stories

Her throat already feels dry. “Go away!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice is hoarse. “Go away!” Kicking violently, swaying around that one corner with her feet stepping over the broken glasses. These shards slowly sank deep into her feet but Morrigan is too numb to feel it. Slowly sinking in one corner all she can do is hug herself as tears and sweat started to flow down her beautiful face.

Without another word, Molly chucked Tigger aside and hugged Maverick, which made Maverick’s face turn white from shock. Maverick felt shy and embarrassed as he pried this woman off his body. He sounded upset as he said, “Please have some self-respect.” How could Molly care for self-respect when she saw her idol? Molly could not control her excitement and was not offended from being pushed away. She tilted her head to look at the tall and lean Greek god of a man. “I’m Molly Stewart! I’ve sent you a friend request and you’ve given me plenty of advice!”

It poured, and she could not stop it. She walked out the farmhouse, closing the door behind her. She crouched, and she started whimpering like a little girl. It was stealing the silence of the night. And then a shadow walked to her from the dark. Mathilda looked up, and she saw a handkerchief in front of her. And then Gabriel spoke, “You look ugly when you cry.”

Aidan sarcastically responds. "You sound utterly ridiculous, Aidan. Casey is the personification of chivalry." That mocking declaration comes with the entrance of Molly. The youngest of the Sullivan children and the only girl. Aside from her mother's green eyes, Molly takes after her father with dark brown hair and alabaster skin. She is short standing at 5'3" and quite slight thanks to her years of studying dance. She is currently in her second year of law school at Harvard. "Thank you, Molly. How about a drink to help you deal with our brother?" Casey asks, glad to have another sparring partner for Aidan.

She hauled with all her might, heaving and groaning until she was almost to her feet. “Cara!” Agent Carter slammed his fists against the door. “I can’t get in! It’s locked. I need you to open it!” Cara nodded, forcing all the energy she could muster to move. She hauled herself past Max’s lifeless body, each step she took was closer to freedom. She limped and dragged her injured leg, pulling against tables and any surface she could reach until she was close to the door. Bloody footprints and tracks decorated the path behind her.