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.

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.

"Why should I care who she is?" As soon as the words left her mouth, her expression suddenly changed and she turned to look at David. David pulled out his phone and quickly stepped aside to make a call. Mrs. Walker fixed me with a piercing gaze. "Have you met her?" I stayed silent and rolled up my window. Through the glass, Mrs. Walker gave me one last searching look before turning away and getting back into her car. I started my engine and drove off. Molly was studying pharmaceutical biology, and Johnsonville College of Pharmacy perfectly matched her field. Based on Mrs. Walker's reaction, she must have figured out who Molly was.

“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"

Forrest down at the gate. Molly, my classmate who lived a few blocks up the street from us, skipped past the gossiping adults at my gate and up to my porch. Molly was tall with fiery red hair. She had volume in the right places, and slimness where it should be. She was strikingly attractive, lusted after by all the guys around here. But Molly wasn’t a fan of guys. She shared her curves with the girls.

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...