Molly Hooper Sherlock Novels & Stories

She held the crystal in both hands while studying it. Several seconds passed. Then... She frowned. "Hunter..." "What?" "It's..." She blinked. "...warm." I looked up. Warm? The crystal in her hands began glowing faintly. Molly's cheeks flushed. "I feel..." She inhaled sharply. "...hot." I immediately stood. "Molly?" "I'm okay." The glow intensified. Then... The crystal became smaller. Not by much. Only enough to notice. We both stared. "It..." She whispered. "...it's shrinking."

I pointed my fingers at Vanessa who laughed at me. "Cupid" She commented at me. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I will take my leave. I need to go see my mother." Vanessa stood up and Blake imitated her. The bid goodbye and left. Hayden turned towards me. "So, where did your investigations lead you, Miss Holmes?" He asked me. "Awww, I like it. The whole Holmes thing." I looked at him adoringly because my love for Sherlock was enough that I would faint in front of Benedict Cumberbatch if I ever met him.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I hadn’t listened to the whole exchange because Molly had returned and knocked on the window to get me to unlock the car door. I must confess that I’m a little obsessed and maybe even a little jealous over the fixation she had with Detective Riley. She said he’d been her hero. She’d probably been pining for him for years. And then when the opportunity finally arrived, she gave herself to him, heart and soul.

Her heart broke as she searched for the enigmatic truth about her brother’s first love. “The young lady known as “Sherlock” has taken center stage.” Khali smiled

Quinn says after checking in with the gate guards. I move to the back of the house Molly’s scent was all over the place at the front of the house since it is the main door that they use to go back and forth to the main part of town. As I reach the back corner of the property I pick it up. The smell of apples is very fresh and concentrated in any area where I can see that some of the underbrush has been walked on. I strip out of my clothes and shift into Jasper. He has been antsy most of today and I had been thinking about letting him out for a run later tonight anyway now there is just more purpose to it. I linked the guys that I had picked up her scent and was following it telling them that

Tom sounds hurt and I get it but still, I can’t shake this feeling. “No, I don’t Tom but what if it’s more than you even know. She’s your best friend and you trust her but what if she’s hiding more than even you know? Have you thought about that?” “Christ-“ “He knows everything about my Christian. Everything, and I assure you that I am no harm to your children or family.” Molly's soft voice pulls everyone’s attention toward the stairs where she’s standing. She’s dressed in jean shorts and an off-the-shoulder tee shirt. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she has bright pink sandals on her feet. I’m angry as hell with her and yet still instantly attracted to her. Fuck my life.

I said, making her face blush. "I am?" she asks, making me chuckle. "I like you, Bailey. Nice to meet you." I say, extending my hand out. She pulls me, hugging me, making my eyes widen in surprise. "Thanks, I like you too. And nice to finally meet the girl Hunter has been idolizing all this time," she says, making my eyes widen in shock. "What?" "Oh, please... as if you didn't know!" Molly says, making them chuckle. "I... I really don't. I'm sorry," I say chuckling, but honestly, I had no clue what they were talking about.

Nelly asked but Molly didn’t answer, she stared at her like she wasn’t even there. “Ma’am, do you have an address?”Raphael asked instead and she nodded her head. She picked a paper from her pocket writing something on it and then gave it to him. “Thank you” He replied and she smiled turning back, Axel focused his gaze on her, she had been holding unto her other pocket since they met her and it felt suspicious to him, she could be hiding something. “You are Molly aren’t you” he said loudly to her hearing. She slowly turned to him and smirked, “You are smart unlike your friend, how did you know” she asked.

There was a photo of Molly standing on a dim street corner, smoking. Her youthful face showed a look of indifference. At that time, she was only 16, but she already looked like a little gangster. This was completely different from the celebrity she was, but her facial features clearly revealed that it was indeed Molly. Entertainment hot searches were dominated by Molly, with over 20 trending topics, and various negative reports followed one after another. It seemed like she was nailed to the pillar of shame overnight.

I tell her before porting back to my office and calling for the authorities to collect her. “Sit on that couch and don’t move or speak until I tell you to,” I command. Molly sits down with a huff and I examine her again, looking for any resemblance between her and Josie. They do have similar eyes, but where Josie’s are kind and full of light, Molly's are hard and full of hate. Maybe she has her mother's looks. I take out my phone and click on the video of Cornelius, pausing it on a good shot of his face to study it. Then I turn it to show Molly, her eyes flash with recognition. “Who is this?” I ask her.