Rambley X Mollie Novels & Stories

"As much as you were staring at her tonight, I don't think you'll have any trouble. She was the contest winner. Her name is Amanda Abasi." My hands tightened on the steering wheel. "You're kidding right? She's way out of my league. And I'd bet my life she's under thirty." Molly giggled. "You're probably right on both counts. Still doesn't stop her from being interested." She leaned back against the seat and was asleep instantly. Molly sleeps like a rock, and it took me and Robbie both to get her out of the truck. He was grinning. "What'd you think?" "About what?"

But he looked maddeningly serious, hands in his pockets, hair still damp from a shower, a jacket slung over one arm. “I’m not in the mood,” I muttered. “I know.” His lips curved slightly. “That’s exactly why we’re going.” Before I could argue again, another head popped into the doorway. Molly. Already wearing her little denim dress, one side of her hair tied with a glittery bow, the other side clearly done by Ryan, because it wasn’t straight, but he tried. She grinned at me, holding her sketchbook to her chest. “Aunt Celeste, we’re going on an adventure!”

Sean grabbed her hand and continued, "Tell me, what happened? Is it the food or is it something on your mind?" "No, it's just that I've just bumped into an unreasonable person." Molly roughly described what had just happened to Sean. After Sean heard what happened, he comforted Molly domineeringly. "If you bump into someone unreasonable again, then just fight back. I'll back you up if anything happens." Molly felt warm deep down and smiled. "Don't worry. A nobody like that will never get the better of me." As she said those words, Molly looked at the time and said, "Are we all finished? Shall we go? The results for Reagent Three will probably be produced this afternoon. I'll need to keep an

We only needed to be together. Before the light began to tilt toward evening, Molly steered me toward a small diner she loved. We ate overpriced fries and shared a burger, and she told me she’d take care of the rest — my hair, perhaps a mani if I felt daring. We walked slowly back to her place, the new rabbit hidden under her coat like contraband.

I stopped when I saw Gabriela Naaman running towards me looking close to tears, "Cage!!!. It's Molly, she's gotten into trouble" She rushed out the words making me groan in annoyance. 'Damn it girl' Molly Tylers is a girl who lives next door and is very annoying. Her small petite form with blonde hair and hazel eyes seem too small and innocent to get into heck of trouble but get what? That small human is Molly and she's got an heck for trouble. "Dude seriously that isn't anyway to treat a lady, you should know that"

X and then signed him to speak. Mr. X take out his small writing pad from his pocket and started writing something on the paper while Jerika looked at him in confusion. After finishing writing, Mr. X took out the paper by tearing it and then placed it on glass of the window using his palm for Jerika to see. Jerika had not put on the lights and hence it was difficult for her to see what was written on the paper so she moved further and when she looked at those words, her heart skipped a beat. It was written that,

Ross whispered to Colby, and I snickered. “I’m plenty romantic.” Jax argued. “How many times do I have to tell you sex is not romance? Thank you for the beautiful flowers.” Molly grumbled as she took the flowers from Jax. “Since when is sex not romance?” Jax questioned. “Stop while you’re ahead man.” Ross stated. “Alright. I concede, my brother is an idiot when it comes to romance.” Colby stated, “Molly, where is Lexi?” “HEY!” Jax snapped.

Aidan sarcastically responds. "You sound utterly ridiculous, Aidan. Casey is the personification of chivalry." That mocking declaration comes with the entrance of Molly. The youngest of the Sullivan children and the only girl. Aside from her mother's green eyes, Molly takes after her father with dark brown hair and alabaster skin. She is short standing at 5'3" and quite slight thanks to her years of studying dance. She is currently in her second year of law school at Harvard. "Thank you, Molly. How about a drink to help you deal with our brother?" Casey asks, glad to have another sparring partner for Aidan.

By mid morning, the house was a hive of activity. The upcoming pack gathering was a massive undertaking, requiring endless preparations of decor, food, and guest lists. And, as was tradition, the responsibility of overseeing the finer details of the Omega wing fell to my mother. “Molly, darling, there you are!” Ramie’s voice was a melodic chime as she swept into the morning room. She looked radiant, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, her blue eyes sparkling with a warmth that usually made me feel safe. She was dressed in a soft, pale lavender gown that made her seem almost ethereal. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We simply must go over the floral arrangements for the main hall. The l

She stormed out of the room in her stiletto heels. The second she left, Jasmine immediately stopped crying, her eyes gleaming with cold mockery. Humming a tune, she peered into a mirror to reapply her fallen false eyelashes. Molly and Owen had already downed three rounds of wine. Both were slightly tipsy. Molly, usually as dull as a plank, became unusually chatty after a few drinks. Her lips, moistened with liquor, kept moving, spewing out words like machine gunfire. But Owen seemed to enjoy her ramblings. He found them relaxing. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in quite some time.