Molly Grey Thompson Novels & Stories

“So, who are you? Mister?” Gray answered, “Just a fanboy.” He extended his hand for a handshake. As Hailey shook his hand, Gray leaned in and whispered something in her ear. “I am Gray Thompson.” After secretly revealing his name, he moved back and pointed to Victoria, “I came here to support Victoria because I am her fan.” ‘Gray Thompson!’ Hailey shouted in her mind. ‘Isn’t he the billionaire chef who owns hundreds of restaurants all over the world?’ Realizing that her eyes looked alternately at Gray and Victoria.

Her sexy spooky brown eyes lit as she turned to the next girl. "I'm Molly," She said calmly, her sweet soprano voice made it sound like she was singing. Her Black and little white birthmark hair were neatly parked in a ponytail as her lovely sliver eyes sparkled as she removed Melissa's hat from her hair smiling she extended her pale arm for a handshake. Melissa didn't hesitate, she took Molly's hand in hers and shook it gently still watching them hoping they would pop off. She sincerely wishes she could ask one to assist her in massaging her butt, but like she had broken something from the great fall...

Once you had stepped onto a path, there was no longer any chance for you to regret it. Molly's face turned red. "Mrs. Heath, you know about the alias I use to enter competitions?" "Not just that, I've even bought your artwork. It's a small world, isn't it? I even tried to ask around for information on you. I can't believe I get to see you again so many years later." "Thank you for your approval, Mrs. Heath. I was just painting for fun." Molly was talking, but her hands never stopped moving. In just a few minutes, she completed a sketch of a person's face.

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Molly with a lingering air of eeriness. Molly's grin widened as she watched Thalia's departure, a malevolent delight dancing in her eyes. She whispered, "I can't wait to see you lose everything you thought you had, Thalia. I will be so happy." Her words carried an unsettling tone, and she erupted into a maniacal fit of laughter, causing those nearby to take cautious steps back.

“You mean nothing to us, Mr. Thompson. The only reason we agreed to work with you is because of Molly,” Santiago replied. I was hurt, but then, Molly knew nobody, so why did her ex suddenly have to show up, and now Don Black wanted her too? “What makes Molly so special? Let me guess, you want to eliminate her or subject her to a worse fate, right?” Santiago’s expression and that of his bodyguards changed as he walked back to me.

Despite growing up in the shadow of crime, she remained oblivious to the family's business, an innocence that deeply worried them. Raised in isolation, Molly was a young woman of medium height, adorned with long brown hair framing her angelic face. Her eyes, though carrying the naivety of youth, concealed a sharp intelligence and uncommon insight. It was as if, behind the facade of an inexperienced young woman, there existed a perceptive soul ready to blossom.

I grabbed all the books from the shelf and started pulling out his notes. I meant to tear them up and throw them away, but when I started to rip them, I regretted it. Instead, I carefully smoothed them out and put them back in the books. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic! I smacked my forehead and went to make dinner. While eating, I turned on the TV. The news was covering Molly's arrival in Johnsonville tomorrow, listing her credentials, research achievements, titles, and her complete itinerary for the trip. Molly had gone from being an orphan dependent on others to becoming a renowned expert through her own efforts. Mrs. Walker must be going crazy with jealousy watching this!

Molly said with a slight shiver to her tone. “Please miss just take a deep breath and relax,” Det. Brighton said and tears slowly started to fill Molly’s eyes. She took in a deep breath managing to compose herself slightly. “I am Molly Gray. Last night someone was in my house and they killed me,” she said and he was taken aback. “I’m sorry what was that?” he said leaning forward. “I am Molly Gray and last night . . . I was killed and I died.” “Listen miss there’s a family out there that is mourning the death of their loved one you coming in here and making jokes about it is very despicable.”

' Marshall glanced at Molly in disdain and said, "Mind your own business. I know what I'm doing." As if she did not hear him, Molly looked at Stella and said, "What's your name, and what do you do for a living?" "Celeste Thompson. Music teacher." "Pfft—" Felicity spat out a mouthful of tea and thought, 'Celeste Thompson..? Isn't that the fake name Stella used before?' She immediately looked at the woman next to Marshall. The more Felicity stared at her, the more familiar her eyes became. Felicity was about to scream when she noticed the mole on Stella's earlobe, but then Vermont stuffed a piece of watermelon into her mouth. He put his arm over her shoulders and whispered, "Stay quiet and wat

Grayson frowned. "I wanted to be a lawyer. But one day, my dreams were taken from me, when Alpha Kaden stole me from my family when I was only thirteen. I went from being around some of the most intelligent girls in the world, to the worst criminals in society," I whisper. I glance down, hating the way Grayson's eyes burn into mine. "It wasn't the physical torture that bothered me. It was the emotional torment they put me through, night, and day. And eventually, when I worked my way to the top, I was forced to betray them."