Scream For Us Molly Doyle Novels & Stories

] Molly's mouth fell open. It stayed that way for several seconds. Then she threw her arms around me and let out an ear-piercing squeal. "So that works too?! Tell me, what do I need to do to make you like me even more? "Barbecue ribs? I can make fried chicken too! I can make soup! I can cook anything!" She shook me so hard that my head started spinning. I laughed and caught her hands. "You only need to do one thing." Molly immediately straightened up, looking as though she were prepared to charge into battle.

Worry snaked through her along with the dryness of her lips. “What are you looking at?” I spat and scratched the back of my ear with irritation. I didn’t wait for her answer and glanced at my back only for me to gasped and stiffened in shock. I almost fell from my seat after seeing who’s Sandra’s looking at. Sweats starts forming on my forehead as it continues to cascades down to my neck the moment my eyes landed on Yadiel’s blue seductive eyes. “Report to my office now, Ms. Alessia Faye Smith.” My blood ran cold as the chill went through my spine the moment his baritone voice echoed my ear.

The realization hit them like a mouthful of sour milk. The glares they shot Casey could have killed. Casey herself looked completely hollowed out. After all, she had just sustained the biggest psychological blow of her life. It wasn't just the impending threat of astronomical financial damages. It was the fact that she had been loudly claiming all day that she despised car moochers. Yet in the end, she turned out to be the very person she accused me of being. She couldn't process it. The police cross-referenced my documentation with the scene. After a thorough tally, they calculated that just the wine the group had chugged from my collection totaled over one million dollars.

“Um, sorry! I-I'm sick with measles… so I can't open the door! C-could you come back… later…?” Molly felt her vision begin to blur as she tried to scream loudly. Her breath hitched, and she slowly felt like passing out– CRASH! She tried to hold on to the round dining table, but the table fell with her… “...Ouch...” She could only groan with a low voice.