Hilda/frida Novels & Stories

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

I open my laptop and I see it's a message from Danielle, a song - Between Us, by Little Mix. I listen to the song and all I can do is remember Nina, we sang this song in our condo, in Providence about two years ago. We all attended the same University, Fiona was in NYU for a while before she joined us. I met Nina few months to my twentieth birthday, and I immediately adored her, she was beautiful, snarky, kind, smart, she loved what she did and she loved her body, we were opposites and we were perfect, I thought I found my person, I really did, she was my bestfriend until she wasn't, now the memory of us dancing in my room to Little mix is tainted by the person she became.

She began to stroke him gently. "You're playing with fire." He rumbled hoarsely grabbing her hand to stop her. "Well, I'm ready to get roasted." She replied in a sultry voice. Ethan checked his watch. "You have someone you can get today's notes from?" "Yeah. Hadiza." She answered. "She's the type of person you can call your friend." He told her. "The parking lot is nearby." "No." He kissed her long and hard and came up for air, panting. "I want you on all fours."

I shook her, and tried calling her several times, but there was no response. I sighed in disbelief and a bit of an annoyance. Then, all of the blue, her shades fell to the ground. As I looked intensely into her closed eyes, I realized that this very woman was the very woman that made a huge impact on tonight's event. It was no one else other than Aviana Quincy.

Francesca didn’t seem to have that problem as she wiped the tears that were streaming down her face with a big smile. The two stayed in their embraced for a long time, before little Hannah had had enough and demanded her mommy back. There were chuckles all around as father and daughter broke apart and Leah reached down to pick the toddler up, introducing the little girl to Marcus. Marcus rubbed his finder along the little princess’s cheek. He wanted to hold her, but he didn’t want to scare the poor child. He was still a stranger after all. He didn’t mind being patient.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

“Hilda, it’s me. Please, just listen. It’s not what you think. You have to know… he’s not who he says he is. He’s planning something, and you’re in the middle of it. I’ll explain, just call me or meet me somewhere. I have evidence.” I hung up before I could overthink it and rubbed my face. I needed her to understand, but I also needed her to trust me. That part seemed highly unlikely. I pulled up the files on my laptop again. Adrian had been careful, meticulous. He had accounts under false names, shell companies, fake résumés and fake contracts. Every donation, every charity appearance, every “coincidental” run-in with Hilda had been staged. He had entered her world, so meticulously and he p

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

The amplification spell thrums around me, delicate but vast, like a spider web stretched to its limit. It’s ready. I’m ready. Now we just have to wait. Hilda crouches beside me, watching the distant path through the trees where our enemies will appear. Her face is set in that calm, slightly amused expression she wears when she’s holding a dozen different plans in her head at once. Scarlett can be rightfully proud to have this fierce woman as her mother, I think to myself. Hilda’s head cocks to the side before she leans closer and says quietly, “Tara says it might take a little longer than we thought. She’s been shackled.” Her face grows grim. “And muzzled,” she adds furiously.

He asked amused and I rolled my eyes playfully turning in his arms, loving the way he looked in his suit. "No I actually mean five this time," I whispered and he chuckled pecking my lips. "What is this for?" "A promo for Sandra's new clothing line," I whispered back feeling at home in his hold. "Didn't she just do a promo last week?" He asked confused "No that was the other Sandra" "Sandra White?" "No this is Sandra White, I did Sandra Mills last week, " I explained and he chuckled, kissing my forehead. "I'm going to get something to drink,"