The Loud House Mollie Romane & Geschichten

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.

~Lily~ “Hey Molly, open up!” I banged for the third time on her door, trying to get her to talk to me. “Come on Molly! I heard what happened and I don’t think you should be Inside all alone.” I tried my luck again and the same response I got for all the times I knocked was the same answer I got. I continued banging and saying everything I could but they were all to no avail as she didn’t open up. It was even more shocking and surprising that everyone else in this wing obviously did hear me banging so hard but they didn’t even bulge or think to check on where the loud banging sounds were coming from.

After a few hours, my girl is brought out, and I breathe a sigh of relief. "She looks so cute," I mutter. Jeremy chuckles as we follow her bed. Rose steps forward and looks up at Jeremy. "Can we talk?"she asks, and he nods. I continue after my tiny doll and watch them lock her bed. I just hope she wakes okay. I spoke way too soon because Molly woke violent. The water container hits the wall and shattered. "What the fuck!!",she yells. "Baby, calm down," I say sweetly. "Oh my yummy, you're hot," she slurs. This is gonna be fun, I think, as she throws a box of tissues next.

“If Blake were here, he wouldn't be quiet about my presence.” “So, who is this?” I asked. “My name is Molly,” she said. “I'm a werewolf, but I also can create illusions.” “Molly?” I asked. “Aren't you one of Blake's friends? Weren't you kissing him in the hallway on your first day of school?” “We don't have time for this back and forth,” Kelvin stated. “We are planning to rescue you tomorrow night. So, we came to look around the base and know where everything was.”

She pulled herself closer to the door of the booth. As soon as the booth was fully opened, Molly had the wrench firmly in her tiny grasp and struck the goon's temple with it. She made sure to hit the goon hard with the wrench with all her might. “AHH!! STUPID BRAT!” The goon stumbled back a little while holding the side of his head while groaning and grunting in pain. Molly saw the slight chance and got out of the booth. Without looking back, she ran towards the opposite direction. She ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. She was still sobbing while running with all her strength. She heard the goons yelling after her before the sounds of the sirens were heard again.

“Yes. I can arrange for an ‘emergency’ to occur. CO2 alarms can be finicky sometimes.” I hid a smile. Avery was very good at his job. “Thank you.” We both heard the flush from the bathroom. Molly came back, drying her hands. Her head was still folded down, her shoulders hunched down as well, but she glanced up and braked abruptly at seeing both of us regarding her. “Ready?” I felt Avery’s attention, but I didn’t look away from Molly. I couldn’t, for some reason. “Yes. I’ll be right there.”

She offered them the two walkie talkies Lloyd had left, “He said he would be on three.” They nodded as a buzzer hummed in the kitchen. “Sorry, I got cakes in, when I get worried, I bake.” She hurried into the kitchen and pulled the pans from the oven. A practiced tap and flip left the cakes cooling on wire racks. Back in the living room, the men were gone, and Molly was cooing to Emily, who was babbling happily in Gracie’s arms. She gave Milli a tired smile. “It smells wonderful.” “Do you want a slice with butter? It isn’t cool enough for frosting yet,” Milli offered.

She rolled her eyes and walked past her. Eve followed her, not minding Tyler who was waving at her to stop. "I'm serious, Molly! Sophia is back to her family house, didn't you watch the news yesterday and today?" That stopped Molly in her tracks. She had watched yesterday's news and had gone to the hospital only to be told her friend was in coma and no one is allowed to disturb her. How come she's already at home? "You didn't watch the news just now. Anyway, everyone is going to see her and I think you are the only person who can console her." Eve said seriously.

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.