Rambley X Mollie Novels & Stories

“Even if I die, you can’t stop this movement. The Raze isn’t just some organization. We are a movement to raze the earth of all monsters. I’m just one, but we are many.” Molly laughed and flipped her knife to show off her skills. I rushed her, but she stood her ground. I drew my arm back to punch her, dropping to my knees at the same time to punch her in her gut. The air trapped in Molly’s lungs exploded out and she buckled on herself.

SCARLETT'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ There were only roses, petals of roses in the tray. And due to fall, they all scattered around. I was confused. There aren't any rings there laying around. Were...were there not any rings? What? What's happening? "No rings!" Molly exclaimed. She looked pleasantly happy at this. "Ohh, no rings means no engagement, right?" She didn't even try to hide the fact how pleasant she is right now. I wanted to punch her face.

Just as all the bags were packed, a knock sounded at the door, and Ria turned just in time to see Molly step into the room, carrying a small smoothie in her hand. She smiled faintly. "I was just about to come find you.” Ria said, trying to sound casual even as her chest felt tight. “Would you mind terribly if I borrowed one of the cars? You can have a guard give me a ride, and when he drops me off, he'll return with the car." Molly stopped abruptly, her gaze darting from Ria’s face to the neatly packed bags behind her. Her expression froze, disbelief settling in. "What do you mean?" She asked slowly, her tone filled with confusion . "Where… where are you going?"

She nods. Molly comes over to their table with a tray with five glasses and a bottle of ‘Molly’s Finest’. Molly’s four-four, and a wiry old lady. Her cerulean almond shaped eyes glowed gently, and her long white hair was in a long braid down her back today. She had a short aquiline nose and thin lips, which were currently spread in a wide smile. She slid the tray onto the table, and bowed to the King, who inclined his head back. “Majesty, a pleasure as always. Your usual and enough glasses for the table.” Eliza blinks,

“Relax. I know you got this place cell jammed, and I shared with Remmi this place is secret to even her family.” Remmi smiled at me. “Oh yeah. I wore a blindfold, headphones, and a bag over my head. I felt very Ozark-like. It was awesome, but really . . .” She approached Molly. “Who are you?” I cursed, moving forward. Molly was about to answer, but I stepped in between her and Remmi. “She’s no one.” Remmi’s head moved back, her eyes widening a tiny bit.

Beatrice and Yori said they preferred the feel of pencils and paper. “What are you thinking?” Molly asks Monica. “And if you say that gingham is going to be old-lady capri pants, I’m gonna barf.” Glancing at the fabric, Monica holds a finger to her lips. “Shh, don’t tell my secrets yet. I’m totally going Martha Stewart Remix—the country club version, not the prison edition.” Molly snaps her fingers.

Bella muttered. " thank God, a cab finally arrived.” Bella says. “Payment received,” the terminal announced after Molly transferred money to the driver. “Thank you, madam. The money is double,” the driver said. “You’re welcome,” Molly replied. “Cab,” Bella called, walking to the cab that had brought Molly. Why does this scent smell familiar? Molly thought. ***** a couple of weeks ago “Madam, do you like this perfume? It’s rare... your boyfriend, fiance, or husband will love it,” the store staff said, guiding Molly.

Only Molly continued walking forward, sneering, "What’s this about? Our young lady personally brought gifts to your door, and you still want to act high and mighty?" Her tone dripped with disdain, showing she wasn’t here to apologize. Elijah narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist. He glanced at Amelia, who made no move to stop him, before grabbing Molly’s collar with one hand and lifting her off the ground effortlessly!

“I can’t believe it,” I hissed at Rowan. She shrugged her shoulders at me. “Me neither.” Molly glared at us. She was fat, her heart shaped face framed neatly by her shoulder-length blonde hair. Her rosebud lips curled into a scowl as I opened my mouth, and immediately shut it again. “Sorry, I didn’t realise our meeting was interrupting,” she snapped. “Anything you’d like to share with the group?” Rowan rolled her eyes. “No, Mols. Sorry.”

She yelled at him. Xavier lost words because of what she said. It's not that he is afraid of her but he finds it amusing. Every woman he encountered he never sees such natural, innocent, and pure as this girl in front of him. They spent 30 minutes on the road before they reach the most luxurious place in the heart of Mover City in Country Z. Raina, can't help but admire this Medieval-themed Mansion. Who would have thought that a commoner people like her will one day step into their doors? Everyone's dream, right? Trees and lights along the way are the most catching things in this place. Plants that at first sight cost a fortune. When we reach the guard house the gate automatically opened for