Molly Moon Novels & Stories

She was a direct descendant, the strongest kind of wolf-shifters, the chosen one, the blessed child of the Gods, she was the Moonchild. But of course, none of them believes the lying, crazy Park Jennie. They put her in a cage and her total isolation so she would stop spewing lies. Nicole is their Alpha. Their queen, no one else. November is just standing in Nicole’s way of getting the rights to rein the Luna Puer Pack. His eyes widen in sickening fear as November James smirked one last time before shifting. Horrified screams filled the whole dark as a shadow of a wolf shows all the gore in the wall, now splattered with blood.

“Ms. Nicole, this is Molly Stewart, a famous genius scientist in the industry and the leader of our collaborative project. Molly, this is Ms. Nicole, our partner. You can show her around. I’ll go see the others.” Nicole was a bit shocked. This girl only looked to be in her early twenties, yet she was already the project leader? Molly smiled and nodded. “No problem, leave it to me!” Gerard smiled and pulled the curly-haired man with him. Nicole looked at Molly with a smile. “Ms. Stewart, you look so young…” Molly was naturally friendly with Nicole and went over to take her arm. “Call me Molly. I’m twenty-three years old. Ms. Nicole, are you very rich?”

Blaze breathed out as he drew close to Molly, the smile was back on his face and I watched as he engulfed her in a hug. “You look breathtaking.” He murmured after breaking out of the hug and Molly grinned up at him, and then she tilted her head. “Oh, yeah?” She drawled and Blaze nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely. This bikini top was obviously designed for you, and the moon is full tonight only because it wanna worship the ground you walk on.” He breathed out, and even I’ve got to admit that was some mad ass bars. Molly blinked a few times, obviously caught off guard. Color bloomed in her cheeks as she playfully rolled her eyes.

, 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.

I admitted. “Girls! We’re sitting here telling her all of this, and she’s got no frame of reference to go with it? Tsk, tsk.” Naomi chided. “Hang on.” Molly said as she got up, and headed to her bedroom. “Molly, I don’t want to see a picture of Jax’s dick!” I called out after her. “Don’t worry Chastity. I’m not stupid. That’s what the internet is for.” Molly said, phone in hand.

Sheila hung up the phone and looked at Mark. “Is she?” “Her wolf is showing up; we have to stop it.” Mark and Sheila ran, leaving Monique at her friend’s place. They looked out towards the cloudy sky. “Sheila, this is not good.” “What?” “Today is full-moon night,” Mark pointed at the sky. Sheila bit her lips, as she knew how dangerous it would be for everyone. “We need to save her.”

If she hadn’t cried so pitifully and drugged him, she wouldn’t even have this life she was clinging to now. No, she couldn’t admit it. “Of course not, Mr. Brook. Are you doubting me?” Molly said, her tone dripping with innocence. “I took your warning to heart. How could I dare go to her again? I swear, I didn’t go near her.” Jasper stared at her, the exaggerated performance making a wave of disgust rise in his chest. How had he ever thought Molly was anything like Selena? They were nothing alike, not even close. Selena was genuine and pure, the kind of woman who would never stoop to something as vile as drugging him. She was like the moon in the sky—distant, radiant, and untouchable. Molly,

Christian, Molly, Jake, Luke, and me. Molly is my soul sister and Christian’s cousin. We met when we were ten and have been inseparable ever since. She had just moved from Prance, and something about her radiant spirit matched mine. Molly is elegance incarnate, like a goddess sculpted from stardust and satin. She owns one of Orlander’s most beloved fashion brands, studies Fashion Design, and belongs to a family empire of boutiques, malls, and designer labels. But beneath all that glamour, she’s just Molly—my confidante, my mirror, my ride or die.

The staff bowed stiffly as they welcomed me into the Packhouse. "Marcella." Molly sprinted to us. "I am so glad to have you two over here!" She was as honest as she could ever be. "This is Alexis Future Gamma female of the Moonlight Pack," I offered as a matter of introduction. "It's such an honor to have you here! Welcome!" Molly beaned with a forty-watt smile plastered on her face. She led us through to the dining area. The table was set and other than Alexis and I there was no one else around in the dining room.

Her delicate, pale fingers pulled one out, trembling slightly as she lit it. Molly had applied ointment to her knees, but the small scars would remain. She didn’t mind anymore. Right now, all Molly wanted was to make money. Once she saved up 50 million dollars, she’d leave the industry. She would repay what she owed Ocelotte and take her grandmother to the countryside. Maybe she would marry an honest man, or maybe she’d grow old alone. Who knew? With her small, palm-sized face, Molly's features glowed faintly in the dark of the night. She relaxed as she took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling the smoke.