The Loud House Mollie Novels & Stories

Lisaura finished, breaking down into tears. Molly took a deep breath, trying to process the information. "Lis… I need to talk to my husband for a bit. Can you take Brady to Liziane? I need a few minutes," she asked, standing up with a tense expression. "Molly..." Braston muttered, shaking his head in disapproval, his face showing concern. "That’s already in the past, it’s not…" Before he could finish, Molly stormed out, slamming the door. With teary eyes and an irritated expression, she barged into Braston’s office. He was in a video conference but immediately stopped when he saw her approaching. He closed his laptop and stared at her, annoyed.

Molly returned to the villa and started cooking after they finished shopping for groceries. First, Molly heated up the pan. Then, she poured oil into it and then the washed vegetables. There was a crackling sound of stir-frying vegetables and pots and bowls falling to the ground in the kitchen. It sounded like Molly was fighting with someone. Sean heard the cracking sound coming from the kitchen. He pushed his wheelchair to the kitchen door, probed, and asked, "Are you alright? Do you want the housekeeper to help out?" "Cough, cough!" Molly coughed twice while covering her mouth and nose. She said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I can still cook some dishes. I just choked on the fumes earlier."

I guess he didn't. Molly's beach house appears to be a lot farther than I thought. When I finally arrive there, the place is packed. The music is so loud. I make my way through loads of people making out on the front. This looks more like a college frat party. I finally spot Molly at the corner talking to a group of giggling girls. "Hey, Molly" I breathe as I reach the group. "Excuse me, girls" she beams at them before turning to me.

Similarly as long as you had the ledger for it. "Come on Lannie, no doubt about it," Mollie badly creased her nose, giving her companion a strange look. "You wouldn't most recent daily. What if... I don't know, you could be approached to do anything. ANYTHING. Like, spruce up like a bunny and lick some person's canine's balls," she laughed.

I called him. He narrowed his eyes at me, "Is this you, Ellie?." He asked, ``I was about to talk when I heard Molly ask, "Who's it, hun?." Molly gasped when she saw me. I stood and watched her in a long gown with a little bump on her tummy. "Oh my god!. It's really you, bitch." She shouted and threw herself on me.

Then she stood up and walked to the door. Marc thought she was going to leave and subconsciously wanted to shake off Lula and go after her. But Molly just lightly said, "It’s disgusting!" Then she slammed the door shut with a bang. She sat back in her seat, calmly drank her wine, looking elegant and stunning. Even Harriet had the impulse to cheer for her. Molly was indeed bold enough! In the corridor, Vernon, who had been in another private room with a few business partners trying to settle deals, had only drunk half of his wine when he heard the noisy commotion outside.

“Bye, Moli. Love ya!” Moli isn’t okay. I can say that. She seemed occupied. She looks like a zombie. I know she’s going through something and she doesn’t want to open up about it. Well, I can’t blame her. Moli isn’t the type of person that tell you what is going on in her life. She's a happy-go-lucky type of girl. If you don't even know her, you will probably think that she is the happiest person alive. You won't see her crying or sad. Even if she has a problem, you won't notice it. She did not want anyone to see that she was weak. She wanted people to see her as a cheerful and trouble-free person.

She shoves her pencil pouch roughly into her bag before she zips it in jerking motions. "I'm listening," I say and squint from the sun when Molly stands. "You were talking about Jill's party and how you all decided to play spin the bottle and it landed on some girl and you liked kissing her." "Yeah, but--" Molly pushes her wild red hair out of her face and for a moment, she blocks the sun. But then her hand goes back on her hip in the way that only girls know how and I know I'm in for it. "You're not really listening because you're too busy oogling Malibu Barbie over there."

“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 heard molly yell. "Hide what?" Leah asked her voiced quite muffled indication that she still had her mouth filled with chips "I just figured it out" "You are lying, Leah" Molly's voice became louder "I will fuvking kill you if I find out you know about this" "No problem" Leah replied, her voice clear "I will gladly wait for that time" she paused for a while "Should we be worried about Williams still breaking stuff?" Silent followed, except the breaking noise of glass and Williams yelling.