Molly Knight Book Novels & Stories

“Effective immediately, Phoenix Global has acquired controlling shares of Knight Biotech.” The room exploded, gasps, voices, chaos, board members whispered furiously, reports scrambled, Jack went completely white. For the first time, James’s calm cracked. Mildred turned toward them slowly, then raised her glass. “And this,” she said, her smile sharp and steady, “is only the beginning.” The ballroom dissolved into noise, but Mildred saw only one thing, the look in James Knight’s eyes. Not anger, not panic, but recognition. As if, in that moment, he understood the truth. She hadn’t come back for business. She had come back for war, and for the first time in five years, the Knights were afraid.

“Probably, as the most beautiful girl he has ever met. Molly, do you even look at yourself in the mirror? You are an angel when compared to beauty, you have this long wavy brown hair that glitters like a chocolate ice cream, a pair of beautiful brown eyes that captivates everyone, I mean it captivated me. You have this adorable height, has it ever occurred to you that you are more than two inches taller than me? And I am considered tall for a girl. You have this flame around you that makes you special. Beautiful and attractive like a blue fire and everybody knows that blue fire burns fiercer and hotter. You are like blue fire, Molly, attractive to look at and dangerous to touch but you also

Ethan said. “Whaaat? What did you just say? You’re defending this woman? This bitch?” She said. “Watch your mouth Natalie. Abbigayle is not a bitch and most importantly not a gold digger.” Ethan said. He then held my hand and pulled me out of there. “Can’t you keep yourself out of trouble?” He asked me when we were alone. “I’m sorry I was out of trouble until they approached me.” I said. “Well, you better stay out of it anyway.” He said.

, she thought as she rushed to pull on her shirt and pants and stuff the wild dirty blonde hair on her head into a messy bun and rush out the door. MollyJay was a woman lost in the world around her, at almost 30 years of age she lived on her own, no family to speak of and very few friends, if she could even call them that as they were all the people she worked with. She was an ordinary enough girl, about 5ft 3 with dull blue green eyes, pretty generic neutral skin and dirty blonde hair. She was the poster child of forgotten. And for the most part that was ok by her.

He’s too busy looking over his shoulder, scoping out the area around us. “You’ve never seen a sprite before, I take it,” Chuck says. I shake my head in amazement. Would Nenee let me touch her? Maybe I shouldn’t. Her wings look fragile. A loud boom shakes the walls around us, and I glance back at the bar. It's on fire, flames pouring out of the windows, smoke rising into the night. "Don't worry about it," Chuck says. "That place is owned by a Silver Hunter." He grins. "I'm happy to see it finally gone."

Not since my wife passed have I felt anything remotely close to desire – but this isn’t just desire; it’s an awakening. Molly Tate weaves her tale for the jury – speaking of justice and retribution – but all I hear is poetry. She talks about evidence and motive as if she’s laying out pieces of art for everyone to admire. And though every syllable is aimed at throwing Finn in prison, I can’t help but admire her. By the time Molly finishes speaking and returns to her seat with that same controlled elegance, something within me has settled into place – a decision firm as concrete in my mind.

I just kept talking, spinning stories out of thin air, about gemstones that could whisper, about Paraiba tourmalines that glowed brighter when people loved each other. Hours slipped by. Molly’s eyelids fluttered, then opened halfway. “Aunt C-c…” she rasped. My heart stuttered. “Hey, there you are.” She blinked sluggishly, looking between me and Ryan. “You came.” “Of course we did,” Ryan said softly, stepping closer. His voice broke on the last word. Vivian pressed a hand to her mouth. I reached for Molly’s fingers, tiny and warm now. “You’re safe, sweetheart. You just have to rest a bit, alright?”

After all, in her eyes, Molly was completely the embodiment of a demon! With a perverted mother, a bottomless psychological attending doctor, and a conflicted personality and violent tendency, Molly was a dangerous person, wasn't she? "But just now, she called me Aunt Zoey?" Molly was only in her teens. Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t she call her sister? So, did she call her aunt because she wanted to match her with Natalie? So, did Molly want to show her kindness? Or, was she planning on something tricky?

With Rhett watching, he didn't believe Molly could make any waves. Molly didn't know Rhett had recorded all their dialogue. Now she was picking medical books she would take to the café tomorrow. In the end, she chose a few that were not so hard to read. The next morning, as soon as she finished breakfast, she was about to go out with the books. "Wait a minute." Eaton's voice came from behind her. Molly knitted her thin brows. Eaton came to her, looked down at the books in her arms, and arched his brows. "I haven't seen these medical books before. Let me have a look, okay?"

she said using the invisible bind to pull Naomi and Alex closer to the table. Molly forced them down on to her knees, placing a large ceramic bowl before them and picked up a book off the table. Next she picked up the athame and with a malicious glint in her eye she got within breathing distance of Naomi, the twisted glee in her eyes shining in the fires glow. "I hope you don;t have a problem with blood" said Molly, smiling her disturbing smile "There is about to be a lot of it" "Mommy" Naomi heard Alex say from within her arms