Molly Garcia Novels & Stories

She nods. Molly comes over to their table with a tray with five glasses and a bottle of ‘Molly’s Finest’. Molly’s four-four, and a wiry old lady. Her cerulean almond shaped eyes glowed gently, and her long white hair was in a long braid down her back today. She had a short aquiline nose and thin lips, which were currently spread in a wide smile. She slid the tray onto the table, and bowed to the King, who inclined his head back. “Majesty, a pleasure as always. Your usual and enough glasses for the table.” Eliza blinks,

she says going over to my closet to take something decent to wear. Molly and I have know each other since we were in high school. She was my bully back in high school and one day some other kid tried bullying me and she basically beat him up and from that day we were friends. And now she owns a art gallery and also she sleeps around and breaks hearts like it's a piece of paper while I'm a business woman and married. "Please tell me you didn't fuck Bryson" I said getting up to make us some coffee. "No no God not him" she said fishing for her phone in her beach bag.

, she thought as she rushed to pull on her shirt and pants and stuff the wild dirty blonde hair on her head into a messy bun and rush out the door. MollyJay was a woman lost in the world around her, at almost 30 years of age she lived on her own, no family to speak of and very few friends, if she could even call them that as they were all the people she worked with. She was an ordinary enough girl, about 5ft 3 with dull blue green eyes, pretty generic neutral skin and dirty blonde hair. She was the poster child of forgotten. And for the most part that was ok by her.

With me. Glancing at Malik, I notice the Alpha of Love looking very thoughtful. I decide to ask him what he is thinking about. "I think we should get a gaze reader in...Maybe she can see what happened to Lexia," he says. Everyone pauses, as the first words of reason for the day come out of Malik's mouth. Of course. A Gaze Reader could look into my eyes, and predict where we find Lexia in the future. If we find her.

“Yes Molly. I’d believe she was a secret witch and I would defiantly believe you two argued far enough that she’d go against you like that.” Naomi was puzzled “Whose Molly?” she asked “Molly is pain in my ass” answered Theon. “She is anti-everything. Anti rules, anti-tradition, anti-establishment, she hates the Alpha system, hates pack rules. Basically, you name it she will fight it. She is a feminist and a eco warrior but she is also genuinely really lovely and just very passionate but to an outsider it would definitely look like we were more enemies than anything” Rhys laughed, “She does march up here every few weeks looking ready to tear you a new one so it wouldn’t be a stretch for anyon

The garlic bread I found in the freezer had finished and was cooling on the baking sheet beside the bowl of salad I made as well. I had to practically scavenge the house for spices for the sauce, much like for the sausage, but thankfully Christine, the cook in the house, was around to help me out. She was a nice older woman with mocha skin and grey hair. Her eyes had smile lines around them from many years of obvious happiness and she bared her crescent shaped mark proudly in a worn v-neck dress as if it was a first place trophy won after a long battle. I felt so comfortable with her and I could tell Aura did as well, we'd definitely be visiting with her more frequently.

Tatiana feels like there was a hidden meaning to it, like a mystery finding for the right person to bring back the puzzle of its fractions. Tatiana's lips parted. She was too shocked and surprised that barely a gasp run out from her mouth, indicating that she's still breathing yet captured by the trance that seized her in a flick. The muffled voices were still lingering in her ears, dancing in the rhythm as if it found its set of instruments for the dazzling play. "W-what..." a murmur invaded her lips, having trouble stopping herself from walking further to the mysterious terrain. "N-no!" She strived an attempt to break free from the strong force that deterred her from moving. Yet, to her di

Marrissa's point of view Molly came out of her bedroom with an armful of clothes, her face lit up like she was preparing me for a red-carpet event. “Okay, Marrissa, I have just got the outfit for you. We are going to make sure you knock him dead.” “And who am I knocking dead?" I asked, jokingly. “Morgan Thornhill, of course, who else is there to bring to his senses?" Molly said, her eyes wide open.

"She's also smart, though frail she is really good in literature." "What about you? What do you usually do?" Frey asked, trying to pry something out of Morrigan who was still deep in her thoughts of reminiscing her life. "Me?" Morrigan shrugged her shoulders. Thinking of words she could say and could not say, cautious of not giving her identity away. Choosing which part of her could she share with the woman who is listening to her with all ears. "I'm just a young lady in our home, I often study history and practice my communication skills. Would often get in trouble when I dare to sneak away or ask for a leave from my tutor because I don't want to learn that day. When I'm not studying I am p

The crystal was no larger than her hand. It shimmered with dozens of colors beneath the cave's light. "For evidence," she said matter-of-factly, slipping it into her backpack. "In case anyone ever believes us." I raised an eyebrow. "You assume we're getting out." She smiled. "I have to." Otherwise... Neither of us wanted to finish that sentence. As we continued walking, I learned more about Molly than I ever had before. She was only seventeen. Six years younger than Aella. Young enough that most people still saw her as one of the Academy's junior assistants rather than an important member of its expansion team.