Molly Hooper Sherlock Novels & Stories

"Really? Then why did you accuse me of this?" Molly said stoutly, "From the day I entered the slum, I spent almost all my time treating the wounded, except eating and sleeping. The only reason I went with Captain Green and his people to get medical supplies was also for the wounded. After I came back, I worked without a break. I performed five operations every day. You said that I put the cart before the horse? Mr. Shepard, let me ask you something. You went out with some people asking for information about the warehouse, but you came back empty-handed, not helping in any way. How dare you stand here and question me now?" "You..."

“I-I-I thought she was dead, my conscience pricks me so I went back to where I left her but she wasn't there again, I only saw a van moving away from the site with no one in sight.“ “So I just guess the moving van took her. But I saw her again today. She has grown into a very beautiful teenager, she took after my brown Eyes, my pointed nose. I just felt she deserved to know the truth.“ “Who is she? where is she?“ the sheriff questioned “I don't know her name.“ “What was she putting on today?“ “The one on Black Blazer…” “Chloe?“ Decker gasped… Tbc…

she smiled brightly. “Wow. He is spoiling you to bits.” Molly threw her a teasing look. “I know.” She went quiet. “He is the best outcome of all the grief and torture I went through.” “Are you sure that … you are not getting involved in him? Or is Hunter not getting involved with you? … I mean no special affection or something between you two?” the salon girls had left them quietly with a barely audible thank you and bye! Molly was dying to ask this and she did it so casually congratulating herself. But she needed to ask this.

“What?” “What did you just say? You mean Molly is responsible for this?” Denver roared, raising his tone. He had a bad feeling at the pit of his stomach about what he just heard and silently hoped that he heard wrong. “Yes boss. Molly Wickham was the mastermind,” Ryker’s voice came from the other end. “She used a pseudonym and paid them in cash. Hence, they didn’t know her name.” Denver tightened his grip on his phone when he heard this.

“Of course you can. But if there’s nothing, why are you crying this way?” Eventually, she was still terrified of her father’s expression, so Molly broke down and cried again. Then, she said honestly, “I-I heard that… Aunty Snowden is here, so…” “Who told you that?” “I-I…” She could not tell him, so she shook her head furiously.

Molly wriggled her brows and then added with a dramatic gasp. “He got hickeys, Amy… From his ladylove…!!” WHAT ?? I was stunned for a single second and then the realization occurred, only if Moly knew those are not hickeys but aggressive bites, not from his ladylove, but a mad angry sexual partner of his… “I never knew, Boss Shepherd would be so compassionate for his lady… He nearly put his reputation at stake, or maybe she would be damn good at turning him on…” Molly kept praising the woman, and I kept flushing, the more she spoke about it.

“What time is it?” I’d suggested that she let her real fangs hang out, but she’d merely rolled her eyes at me. Molly checked her watch. She was dressed as a fortune teller, swathed in glittering purple robes and carrying a plastic crystal ball around with her. It reminded me of Helena, and I shuddered.

I stopped when I saw Gabriela Naaman running towards me looking close to tears, "Cage!!!. It's Molly, she's gotten into trouble" She rushed out the words making me groan in annoyance. 'Damn it girl' Molly Tylers is a girl who lives next door and is very annoying. Her small petite form with blonde hair and hazel eyes seem too small and innocent to get into heck of trouble but get what? That small human is Molly and she's got an heck for trouble. "Dude seriously that isn't anyway to treat a lady, you should know that"

She said, and I followed her gaze to see discarded silver chains on the floor and a large hole in the wall where the prisoner had ripped themselves free of the anchor before getting out of their restraints. “I’m going to fucking kill them,” I growled, walking over and trying to get a scent off the chains, but the only person I could pick up was Molly from her brunt flesh left on the metal. She was an older and smaller wolf who worked in the kitchen. There was no way she would have tied herself up and tried to kill Ember. I nudged the chains with the toe of my shoe as Ember stood and walked over to me. Her hand rested on my back, sliding around my side until she stood before me.

She had a sweet wholesomeness about her and a naturally smiling face which was beaming widely now. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Shepherd!" Molly gushed. "Oh?" he asked cautiously. He was famous for a few things, not all of them he was proud of, so this was a tricky subject for him. "The way you rescued those girls from the slavers was inspiring!" she continued, oblivious to his unease. "Ah, yes. Well, just in the wrong place at the right time," he said humbly and looked back to the stairs wondering if he should go find Margaux.