Molly Weasley Bashing Novels & Stories

Molly, that little gangster, actually had a connection with Ocelotte, and the notorious 'rumor-free' Brody had once pursued her, but she rejected him. The wind completely shifted. "What kind of leading lady script is Molly playing?" "A dramatic beginning, a god-like second half of her life, what makes Molly deserve all this?" "Let go of the two absolutely perfect man, and let me have a go at them!" "I just want to ask everyone. Do you have Molly's looks? Do you have her long, slender legs? Do you have flawless skin like hers?" … The online battle left Scarlett completely stunned. This generation of netizens was so different. What kind of logic did they have? Weren’t they supposed to be criti

I hear someone behind me descend the stairs and it isn't until I see a flash of orange hair settle down next to me to know who it is. "I never meant for this to happen." My voice is so monotone, I sound dead. "What did you expect?" I glare over at Molly with watery eyes. "Not this. Not Nate beaten to a pulp over me." Molly scoffs. "If it is something as neanderthal as that, than high school boys are dumber than I thought." I don't respond. Instead I bury my face in my hands. "Hey." Molly knocks her knee against mine. "Nathaniel is tougher than you think. He'll be fine. Though it's kind of fucked up don't you think? Kicking a blind guy when he's down."

Vera noticed it and asked, "And you don't like her, do you?" "No one liked her. Ever. She was, let's just say, a despicable woman." Sam's face twisted in hate. "Molly had to endure so much bullying in our old school because of her mother's bad character." "Can you tell me more if you're not uncomfortable talking about it?" Sam nodded, although his eyes flickered with doubt. Vera studied it and added, "I want to make it up to Molly. S-so if I know the things she went through, it'll be easier."

Molly suddenly hissed "We have no time to play, we are not kids" "I think so" Melissa nodded "So what are we gonna do to her?". "Ignore her". Sam laughed, she looked at molly like the girl grew extra heads and began to laugh again. "You are fucking kidding me". "I don't know what's up with this blonde bitch, but if its up to me i can kill her game". Molly sat on the couch "This is not high school girls, if we fight we would still not get caught except we spoil the school property like the last time".

Braston muttered fearfully. "What are you talking about?" Molly asked, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Braston almost fell backward when he heard her voice. "I’ve killed almost an entire gang by myself, if you want to know," he said seriously. "And have you killed a woman with cramps?" Molly asked indifferently. "What do you mean?" Braston asked, confused. "If you keep acting like this... this weird way, I’d rather die," Molly threw herself on the bed, writhing in pain.

I challenged. She raised her arm again, but I quickly stepped back, realizing we had attracted a small crowd, including children. “He called me mom, so what do you think?” Molly retorted proudly, leaving me confused and unable to process her words. “Molly, you don't deserve anything good,” I shouted. She slapped me once more, causing me to fall to the ground. She knelt down, smiling wickedly, and pulled my hair, grinding my face into the ground as she cursed.

AVA The room stayed full for a long time. Full of whispering. Full of crying. Full of people trying not to touch Liam too much and failing because he made it impossible. Every time his tiny mouth puckered or his fist opened against my chest, someone made a sound like their heart had been squeezed. Molly was the worst. “I’m not crying,” she announced, while actively crying. David looked at her like she had lost her mind. “You are.” “I said I’m not.”

Aria watched Molly carefully. "I'm guessing you're most proud of your grandfather's job, right? Being a deputy director of a bank sounds impressive. But if your grandfather goes to prison, wouldn't you become one of those 'poor people' you talk about when you go to school?" Though young, Molly had learned plenty at school. Combined with her father's reaction, she knew this woman was not bluffing. Her grandfather really could lose his job! "I'll tell you!" Molly burst out, "I swear I never bullied her! I just didn't hang out with her. She got herself in trouble by standing up for last week's scapegoat. Plus, she was too pretty, so that's why—"

Molly, however, pretended not to hear the words and narrowed her eyes slightly, "I said he's mine and I'll kill anyone who hits on him." The women's faces changed, and one of the leaders raised her hand directly in an attempt to slap Molly. But her wrist was stopped by Molly, followed by a sharp pain. "Get out!!!" Molly had a terrifying aura about her, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell. Some women knew they couldn't afford to mess with her and left in disgrace. Molly wiped her hands on a paper towel in disgust before turning and walking over to Jack. She leaned forward slightly and looked at him in fascination.

Twisting her fist, making her look at me surprised, I kicked Molly away from me, making her land a few feet away from me as I stood before dusting my jeans casually, scoffing at them. "Well, I wanted to play nice, but you played me dirty by attacking me out of nowhere. I thought we were doing one at a time. Bad girls, always using tricks," I said before kicking Molly the same way she kicked me, making her fall on the table as I grabbed the other girl by the hair and smashed her head on the table before twisting her hand behind her back. "You! How dare you!" Melinda shrieked at me, and I chuckled. "You didn't observe clearly how dare I do that? No worries. I am in no hurry. Let me show you ag