The Loud House Mollie Novels & Stories

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.

I blew a loud breath and picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Hi!" Molly's high pitched voice greeted me. Damn! Why does she have to have a high pitched voice? "Hey..." I greeted back. "You seem to have a lot of time, Miss Nevis?" She chuckled. "Yep---" she was cut off by her manager's angry voice. I can't help but to smile. She didn't changed. She's still the jolly Moliana. "Hey, I have to go now. My manager here is transforming into a beast!" She joked and then laughed.

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.

Tears continued racing down her cheeks and she kept wiping it with the back of her palm. "Hi, lollipop," Richard said when he picked up the phone. "Richard, it's me, please we have a problem. You need to come now!" Molly said. Richard kept quiet as though he did not hear her clearly. "Richard, are you there?" "What is the problem?" He asked. "Sophia Jones!" Molly said with a lower voice, that sounded quite mysterious. "I'm coming there right away," Richard said. Molly hung the call and tossed the phone aside as though it was a cheap phone.

At home, Molly had showered and was in bed laying back on the large pillows watching a movie; dressed in a comfy over sized t shirt and sipping on a large cup of green tea, enjoying a quiet night in. Just then a sound came from downstairs and it made Molly's heart skip a beat; it was the sound of a glass breaking. "Babe! Is that you?" she shouted and turned her head to side to listen for a response but there was none. "Honey! Baby!" Again there was no response and so she decided to get off the bed and go downstairs to check it out.

She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Molly turned around, scanning the room as if searching for something or someone. "Where's my future husband?" Molly muttered to herself. Laura's face contorted in anger. "He's not your future husband," Laura spat, clenching her fists. Molly turned around, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "We'll see about that," Molly said, her voice dripping with malice. With one last glance at Laura, Molly turned and walked out of the living room, leaving Laura shaken and furious.

"All hail King Duncan the Long," Mark said quickly, grinning and looking at him. The group laughed again and then looked back up at Marie. Derrek stood though and cleared his throat. "I'd like to nominate Molly for... the other spot," he said. "She's a real ball-breaker around the house, she's the boss of Drake and her sister Dana," he said, glancing over at his family. Both Drake and Dana were nodding emphatically and grinning at the scowling Molly. "She's certainly the boss of me as well, and I don't even live near them."