Molly Hooper Sherlock Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Sherlock: I don’t know much about you either. Furrowing her brow, Khali expressed her concern. ‘He has no idea who I am. But how did he figure out what I needed to know?’ Khali thought. Khali: Can I name you Sherlock on my phone? Sherlock: Why Holmes? Khali: Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character. Sherlock: You named me after your favorite. Khali: Yeah, you do seem mysterious to me. The same goes for me. Can you tell me my name on your phone?

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

This Molly is a naughty girl oh. Gosh!!

I'm contemplating against not throwing a pillow against his head when I hear. "Oh My God! Is that Steve Jones's daughter and step son?" The guy who I assume to be Molly's husband, Hunter, almost let out a shriek like a girl. And Molly does the introductions, while Hunter still has his jaw touching the floor, wondering how his wife became close to his boss's daughter. * * * "Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God!" Molly almost exclaims, fanning herself with her fingers and I look up to her from where I'm feeding James his cereal and milk.

Shawn sat in front of the desk, the faint blue light of the computer reflected on his face. "Have you found Molly?" "Mr. Wood..." The voice on the other end of the phone faltered. "Tell me!" "Not yet. Molly is using a pseudonym, and she doesn't have a photo. I haven't found her name in various systems in the small town." Shawn frowned deeply. Could an ordinary person hide her identity so well? Even his subordinates could not find her! Molly… seemed very strange! Shawn's curiosity about her deepened. It had been a long time since he had met someone who wanted him to work this hard. Now that he has started to investigate, no matter how deep she hid, he would still find her!

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.