Harry Styles Matilda Novels & Stories

The restraining wind vanishes, and I stride after her, keeping pace with her surprisingly quick steps. Despite her age, she moves with purpose, her long legs carrying her to the structure at the end of the cemetery. She stands in the middle of some form of an altar, where light beams filter in through a gap in the roof. Her expression is grim. "That girl, Tammy, she is trouble," Matilda says, her voice low, laced with foreboding. I hadn't informed her of my purpose for coming here, but of course, she would know. "She isn't who she thinks she is," Matilda continues. "She is Arabella."

Paige fired. “Who?” Matilda asked “Hilary. Hilary is Adrian's girlfriend but she stole him from her. She's such a two-timing asshole and a sucker! I hate everything about her. Don't tell me she's the new member in your crew.. Is she?” Paige asked. “Sadly, yes. She's now a part of us.” Matilda replied “Fuck!” Charlotte cussed, gritting her teeth as she shot Amanda a glare. “I know she took Adrian from your friend but what If I told you that she's no longer in love with Adrian. She had dumped both Carl and Adrian.”

But while Matilda is blood born, like me, her mother wasn’t high ranking. Her mother is a maid. One of the mistresses of our shared father. “I should be the one going to Scarlett Thunder,” Matilda sneers, scoffing as she turns from me to face the full length mirror across the room. “You know it wasn’t up to me,” I bite out, hanging my head. “Of course, it wasn’t.” She slips her fingers through her long, straight platinum blonde hair and frowns at her reflection. “You should have told me the second you found out. You went to her grave again, didn’t you?”

Eduardo trailed off when his voice started cracking and his eyes became teary, of course they were all pretence as within him, he badly wished for the funeral to end quickly. He sniffled and continued, “But regardless, thank you all for showing your love towards her to the end. Lastly, may her gentle soul rest in perfect peace.” “Oh! No, darling, there would be no need for her soul to rest in peace.” The majority of the people turned towards where the loud and familiar voice came from to see Matilda walking elegantly into the hall. Unlike the others who wore the dress code of the day which was all black, she was dressed in a royal blue gown with a white fancy purse and a white heels to match

Matilda purred and Isabella choked on air. Facts about Matilda. One, She was a mean person who liked to make others feel terrible about herself. Two, in her head she thinks she looks like Gal Gadot, but in reality, her black hair was rather limp, her stomach was not flat and her skin just wasn't the same tone as Gal's. To Isabella, however, If Matilda didn't have a terrible personality, she was beautiful. But of course, that was another story. Ignoring the woman trying to flirt with the guy who was simply grinning like an idiot, Isabella served them their drinks and went back to watching people enter the bar. There were no other customers to attend to and she felt quite free to watch what we

Harry said jokingly, his eyes glancing at the little boy sitting upright in the passenger seat in a bright blue jacket. “But I could be a rockstar if I wanted to!” Matteo grinned widely, combing his short hair with his tiny fingers to look cool. “You know that, Brody?” Harry chuckled, replying casually, “Of course, Theo. But don't forget, rockstars still must go to school.” I was busy braiding Matilda's hair in the back, trying to hold back my laughter at their conversation. Matilda's curly hair was always a challenge, but today, she seemed more patient—at least until she started talking again.

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

[Matilda] I took a deep breath standing in front of the mirror as I examined my reflection. The crisp white shirt hugged me perfectly, with the tailored black skirt that stopped just above my knees. My dark hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, but no matter how put together I looked, the nerves clawing at my chest refused to settle Today was finally the competition and despite the effort to stay composed, my heart pounded relentlessly. This was my first time stepping into something this big—something out of my comfort zone and Leo had been the one to make it possible

Evelyn said with a slight smile making a perfect gesture with her fingers, she couldn't deny Matilda looked exceptionally beautiful today, with the way she was all dressed up she doubted any sane man would be able to resist her charms. "Thank you." said the girl dressed in a pink short-sleeved T-shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glimpse of her perking mouth-watering boobs and a short black skirt a little above thigh level exposing her smooth slender legs, and a pair of black boots, her long silky blonde hair had been braided and styled perfectly resting on her shoulders.

You have plenty to be envious of," I chuckled before starting to walk away. I knew she had low self-esteem. She was so much like her mother in many ways. I knew reminding her of how hideous she looked would set her back. Honestly, the she-wolf was gorgeous but over the years I noticed her insecurities and I preyed on them often. "We will help, your grace," Matilda bowed before pulling a stunned Octavia away. "Matilda, have you spoken to Prince Lawrence?" I asked. "N-no, your grace. I saw him in the courtyard a little bit ago," she stammered. "Tell him that I need to see him. He could surely use my coaching in finding his mate," I smiled knowing she was his mate but I didn't want her to be wi