Novel & Cerita Molly Grey Thompson

I ask worried she fell after the guys left or one of Avery’s gang came out here and said something to her when no one was looking. Molly looked at the ground and pointed towards the side of the building. We all turned to see Levi making out with someone. “Well, that’s new,” I whispered to myself. Molly jumps off the bumper saying she needs to help her Grandmother and runs inside before any of us can stop her. “Any idea who, that is?” Heather asked. “I think that’s Melissa Thatcher. She is a cousin of the Thatcher boys, Dean, Nolan, Dylan and Axel. They are the ones we picked up for the last party. She is part of the Silver River Pack.” April answers.

I smile in spirit because whenever I’m here, I’m always reminded of the good old days when I was an unsuspecting, carefree kid. “Hey, Alex!” Immediately, when I open the glass door, I’m greeted by a warm, feminine voice. A short, plump person sitting behind a wooden desk smiling wide at me. “Hey, Molly!” I reply. Molly is a very nice, quiet woman in her per-forties who lives in her own world, understood only by herself. Large glasses with thick frames hide her amber, beautiful eyes. Her curly red hair, which she describes as chestnut, is tied in a ponytail.

The black hair and blue eyes told her that he was one of the many Lowery men. Before leaving the club, she had pulled on baggy jeans and a loose long-sleeved t-shirt. Her blonde hair was still down with the rainbow under layers peeking through. Her aquamarine blue eyes sparkled with amusement. She had a tan that darkened slightly every day during her run. Taz smiled at the man and read his name as Molly, “Hey handsome. Show me where the bar is.”

“Relax. I didn’t do anything to your girl.” “Stop fucking with me, Molly. Tell me what the hell you did to…” “You don’t fucking tell me what to do, Thane!” she snapped, cutting me off. Her breath came out like smoke in the cold air. My knuckles tightened again at my sides. I took a step forward. But Molly took two steps closer, fearlessly. Her carried something deeper than rage. “You sad I didn’t die, huh?” Something hard slid down my throat as I locked eyes with her.