Molly Garcia Novels & Stories

"You can say that I'm curious to know more about you, Miss Oriel." "Looks like the most feared gangster in the city lacks interesting stuff in his life," she took another sip out of the cup. "Nah! you're wrong. I have got amusing things in my life," commented Mr. Bruce. "But you, Miss Oriel, have managed grab my attention despite them which obviously makes you more interesting. "Interesting?" she repeated. "I am a broke girl who sneaked in your party uninvited. "You had confidential information to give me. Then it is fine."

I'm sure I look mortified as I stand up, "Hi, my names Bec and I'm from Livingston" I look around the room as I speak. It's hard not to notice all the kids giving each other pointed looks. "Well hello Bec it's so nice to meet you darlin, you can take your seat again," her thick Texas accent is almost too overwhelming for me. Luckily, she launches straight into the class without any further questions. I pretend to follow along while subconsciously doing little drawings around my book, trying my hardest not to think about the boy with raven hair.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

A tall brunette with her hair up in braids was walking towards me with a big smile on her face. ‘OH my god! Are you Avery Chasse?’ I smiled and nodded at her. ‘Are you kidding me! I love your show!’ she said in awe! Her outburst caused several people to turn around looking for the source of the excitement, attracting me a little bit of attention. Many people looked on trying to figure out who I was. A few people took my photo in the off chance that I was a big celebrity. But let’s face it, no one outside of New England knew who I was. ‘My name is Julie and this is my friend D’Arcie’ the brunette said and pointed to her friend ‘we’re travelling together’. She announced. I looked at her frien

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.

A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. “Unfortunately,” I said, “she never stopped waiting for you. But you ran away with this woman. You stole her name and her identity. You walked out of the farmland. One of you became a law professor. The other, a famous artist. But the real Garcia, she was trapped in that forgotten backcountry, called a whore her whole life.” I pointed at the woman. “She is not Garcia. She is the county commissioner’s daughter. Her name is Lily Jones.”

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

When I want something I get it no matter how long or hard I have to fight for it. The door to the house loudly shuts forcing my attention away from the fridge and of course, it's Molly. It's clear she's only now getting back from her run, she's got on body-hugging leggings with a sports top and loose vest over the top. her hair is in two French braids and she's got a thick slick layer of sweat covering her body and it's a sight that goes straight to places that it shouldn't. Fuck is she trying to kill me?