Hilda Marra Novels & Stories

' 'He's such a nice young man,' Marlee said softly. Taissa thought she heard a catch in Marlee's voice and flew off the handle. 'Marlee Ransom, what the fuck! Don't be silly. Just because you're my friend doesn't mean you can say all that load of rums. He's fucking married, you know. Marlee you know I wouldn't . . .' She went as white as sheet, marching Marlee's complexion. Marlee had never looked that scared before, her grey eyes were wide in shock, astonishment and maybe embarrassment. She looked ready to have a heart attack any moment from now.

“Oh my God, Mira. You have been going through all these? And you never thought it was necessary to let me know about everything? Do you even take me as someone important to you, because hell! If you did, you wouldn’t have shut me out this way,” Hilda’s voice shook as she finally dropped her hands from her lap and looked directly into Mirabella’s face.

Although there was only a handful of information about her, Hilda still knew quite a lot about her after gathering all the information. After receiving Daniel's text that day, Hilda had planned a blockbuster. She was the writer and the director of this blockbuster. She wanted to look for a woman who had great acting skills, could easily be bribed and was willing to make sacrifices to be something better in the Stephenson Group. The first person to come to her mind was Juliana.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Almyra's POV As Hilda Farell walked to the stage to give her speech she called Kitara to the stage. “Standing before you all today is myself and my PA,” she scanned through the crowd. “Her name is Kitara Anderson, and she has joined me in achieving part of my goals.” Hilda lips spreaded into a smile. Kitara on the other hand gripped her gown at the end. I guess the clingy bitch also got nervous also. “I guess what you said is true,” Rachel gaze was set at Hilda and Kitara. “She sure seem cool.”

“But a long time after her death, all anyone could remember her as, was being called mad. Hilda the mad, that became her name.” “Mad?” I said, my brows furrowed. “The woman in my vision didn’t look mad to me. She looked angry and hurt, but not mad.” A shadow crossed his face and he raked a hand through his hair, sighing. “According to the stories I read, Hilda was a priestess. Back then, there were no witch doctors, only priestesses who could speak directly to the goddess without needing to do elaborate rituals like witch doctors have to do now.

Hilda was clearly obsessed with Lucius, and that meat anyone she feels is standing between her and Lucuis was a threat, that means she's dangerous. Then, a sudden thought hit her. Miller. Hilda Miller. Percy Miller. Alura frowned, staring down at her glass. Percy Miller was the filthy, fifty year old loan shark who had tried to force her into marriage just a few months ago. The man she had to escape by marrying Lou. Could they be related? She shook her head, quickly pushing the thought away. No way, It was crazy. Percy was a criminal running a dirty underground empire. Hilda was a wealthy heiress of a legitimate company.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Astrid replied. "Too bad it doesn't look good on you," Hilda said with a hint of sarcasm as she walked away, leaving Astrid surprised with her attitude. Why did she have to be so mean? Astrid decided to paste a fake smile when Mr. Thompson walked up to her with her drink. "Who is Hilda Mills?" she asked. "She is Mrs. Mills' granddaughter." "Oh, then no wonder she's a spoiled brat," Astrid thought. "Is there a problem with Hilda"Andrew asked.