Molly Garcia Novels & Stories

Anang kausap ni Molly, na para ba'ng hawig ito sa boses ni Juliet. "Yeah, i admit it. Kasalanan ko dahil masyado akong madaldal at bastos sa kanya. Pero, minsan kasi ay hindi ko maiwasan ang mapikon sa nakakairita niyang trato sa'kin. I'm trying to be nice to him. But, look... he fired me without knowing that i am one of the famous chef in the country." Dagdag pa ng babae, at kumpirmado nga, siya si Juliet. Isa pala siyang chef, pero bakit, napapayag siya ni Molly na maging yaya ni Matthew. "Arggghhh!" Mas lalo lang sumakit ang aking ulo matapos kong marinig 'yon. Lumapit ako sa pintuan upang mas malinaw ko silang mapakinggan.

Something about the sadness in his eyes added a dangerous edge to his charm. They couldn't have been more different. And the girl noticed.She glanced back and forth, clearly trying to decide which flavor of Black yogurter she preferred. Zaria rolled her eyes at the girl's transparency. "Mrs. Georgina, don't tell me this is the mysterious savior? Come on, give us a proper introduction." "I'm Molly," the girl said brightly, beating Georgina to it. Her voice was warm, her tone confident. She had that sunlit, open quality that made you think she'd never had an awkward moment in her life.

Nora’s POV Molly Campbell was a renowned star whose music captivated audiences worldwide, making her the object of desire for many. However, an unfortunate incident led to her, being dubbed 'Beauty without brains' by envious women. Despite rumors that she traded favors with producers for fame, I knew Molly to be kind-hearted and honorable. When I approached her to join her backup singers, she welcomed me warmly after my voice passed the test, a gesture that other celebrities had denied me. Her generosity left a lasting impression on me. Hitherto, when her career took a downturn, so did mine as a backup singer, forcing me to work as a waitress until a life-changing opportunity arose two years

There was a photo of Molly standing on a dim street corner, smoking. Her youthful face showed a look of indifference. At that time, she was only 16, but she already looked like a little gangster. This was completely different from the celebrity she was, but her facial features clearly revealed that it was indeed Molly. Entertainment hot searches were dominated by Molly, with over 20 trending topics, and various negative reports followed one after another. It seemed like she was nailed to the pillar of shame overnight.

The very love that kept her holding on too; the very love that gave her the patience to wait until the time was right for her to go and reunite herself with her love. Molly was not Molly Hammers anymore, she was Molly Jacobs; an eighteen year old former student of Gilham High School who Molly woke up as when she was just eight years old and had to wait ten years to be old enough to leave home and go and be with the love of her life; ten years that were torturous because she had already found Eric and even knew where he lived but couldn't leave to see him and be with him because she was a minor and so she had to wait for her eighteenth birthday to officially be allowed to leave the nest.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

“No, Ashton. Come on.” “Jess, Jess. I’m okay.” Molly was trying to reassure her. “For real. You gotta know that. I’m an Easter. We’re indestructible. I have Shorty Easter genes in me. We’re like roaches. We survive anything. If an explosion went off, and everyone landed in a pile from the blast, I’d be the one crawling out from underneath and probably still holding a candle for my birthday cupcake.” Jess was nodding, a shadow crossing her gaze as she kept staring at where I was touching Molly. And how Molly was leaning back against me.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

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