Molly Garcia Novels & Stories

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 closed her eyes and let the steam envelop her as it slowly calms her down forgetting about her dream earlier and what happened last night. She raised her hands and dismissed the servants serving her. She heaved a deep breath and submerged her whole body under the water and let herself stay there for a few seconds. When she emerges from the water her hair sticks on her back and even on her face. “Why did you dismiss them?” Colfre asked, still facing the wall. Morrigan walked into the pool with her facing Colfre’s back. Ripples of water echoing around the room between the comfortable silence they share right now. Morrigan continued to walk farther from the edge of the pool and when she not

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.

I hear whispers in my ear. ‘Welcome home Reveca” they whisper, “we have waited long for you to reclaim your power.” Their voices frightened me though, I dare not show it. I did not want to destroy our beautiful moment, and I did not want to freak out Callan. I whispered back in my mind “my name is Molly, and this is my power! Reveca will never return! I will not let her! I embrace it all as my power!” As I said this, I felt as if the voices became angry, I realized now that I made a mistake. The whispers I was hearing may have been from Alania, and I just said that I was never letting her daughter return.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The doctor lubricated her finger and looked at her first. "Is there anything you would like me to know, Miss Carter?" The doctor asked her before checking her. Mila was scared. "I have not been touched, but I have touched myself. I do not know if it counts," She replied. The doctor laughed at her naivety. The doctor wrote it down and let her dress up, then went to call Vincent in. Mila backed him, scared of what he was going to do to her. "She is a virgin sir, she has confirmed it by herself," She told him.

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.

"What do I want to do?" There was a trace of hostility on Molly's face. She approached Kara, gave her a hard look, pinched her chin, and said, "Kara, I have tolerated you for a long time. When you were in Norlon, you were stupidly fooled by Eaton. But you have never repented. How dare you clamor in front of me! I should not have treated you so well! You're ungrateful!" Kara gaped at Molly, frightened by her aggressiveness.

he motioned to my already forgotten sandwich "let's get out of here, there's something i want to show you " I clear my throat and avert my eyes trying to finish up the remaining cold sandwich that i don't have an appetite for anymore but the idea of wasting shouldn't be an option at all. "You guys want anything else? "Molly, my coworker during weekends asks giving Kyle a once over. Molly is nineteen, graduated from Grayson's last year and currently works here most of the time. She and Kyle used to have a thing or fling or whatever you want to call it, it was nothing serious according to the both of them but judging by the way she was undressing him with her eyes, I'm starting to think maybe

“Ms. Nicole, this is Molly Stewart, a famous genius scientist in the industry and the leader of our collaborative project. Molly, this is Ms. Nicole, our partner. You can show her around. I’ll go see the others.” Nicole was a bit shocked. This girl only looked to be in her early twenties, yet she was already the project leader? Molly smiled and nodded. “No problem, leave it to me!” Gerard smiled and pulled the curly-haired man with him. Nicole looked at Molly with a smile. “Ms. Stewart, you look so young…” Molly was naturally friendly with Nicole and went over to take her arm. “Call me Molly. I’m twenty-three years old. Ms. Nicole, are you very rich?”