Molly Garcia Novels & Stories

Olivia told me calmly. “Wow! I can’t believe it!” I said, amazed. “Yes, you can! And writer and agent. A brilliant career with the man you love awaits you. Plus, we’ll all help you too,” Olivia replied in her strong and determined tone. When I wanted to come out of my panic, she used a loud tone. “But why did the agent back out, Molly I thought?” I asked, puzzled. “Molly fell in love with a young man from Japan. A famous singer there whom she quickly married and went with him there. She called me when you were.... you...”

Narrator… Well, for Molly, at such a young age of 22 she was living by grace of the almighty, living check to check and moving deeper into death, she had a miserable love life and had successfully pushed all of her suitors away. As she took a bath, she knew that it was only her who was so deep in trouble and pain at the same time but se was wrong. So wrong.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

Christian, Molly, Jake, Luke, and me. Molly is my soul sister and Christian’s cousin. We met when we were ten and have been inseparable ever since. She had just moved from Prance, and something about her radiant spirit matched mine. Molly is elegance incarnate, like a goddess sculpted from stardust and satin. She owns one of Orlander’s most beloved fashion brands, studies Fashion Design, and belongs to a family empire of boutiques, malls, and designer labels. But beneath all that glamour, she’s just Molly—my confidante, my mirror, my ride or die.

I'll be right back” I walked towards the glowing pool so he couldn't notice the redness on my cheeks and neck. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. It's definitely the wine, there's no other explanation “You must be Lorreta” a young blonde woman approached me with a plastic smile “How lovely to meet you. I'm Molly” Something about her felt off, but I greeted her warmly “Hi Molly” She laughed, at what, I didn't know. Molly stepped closer to me and just as I felt a slight shift in her posture, a strong arm came around my waist, pulling me into something solid

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.

“Probably, as the most beautiful girl he has ever met. Molly, do you even look at yourself in the mirror? You are an angel when compared to beauty, you have this long wavy brown hair that glitters like a chocolate ice cream, a pair of beautiful brown eyes that captivates everyone, I mean it captivated me. You have this adorable height, has it ever occurred to you that you are more than two inches taller than me? And I am considered tall for a girl. You have this flame around you that makes you special. Beautiful and attractive like a blue fire and everybody knows that blue fire burns fiercer and hotter. You are like blue fire, Molly, attractive to look at and dangerous to touch but you also

Brie's Pov My name's Brianna Quinn, I'm 28 years old. The proud owner of B Architecture and interior designs. I started this company at the age of 20 and here I am today. It wasn't easy though but I had support from my mum and siblings. They were there for me and I couldn't be more thankful their support. My company is everything to me and I don't take shot from anyone, my employees know best not to mess with me.

she pointed to the one on her desk. "What are we looking for there, sister?" Molly asked, following her orders. "We're looking for those shameless individuals who dared to meddle with my husband. I'm not foolish enough to believe everything I see. I know what's true and what's not. So, find out the time they arrived here last night." "Got it!" Molly replied. She's into computers, but her parents wanted her to be a nurse. However, they couldn't do anything when she chose to care for children instead. Molly doesn't want to work in a hospital; she's afraid of ghosts.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!