Hilda X Frida Novels & Stories

Petra poured them warm tea. “I swear, Petra, it feels like I know you.” Hilda said again. “Something about you and your brother feels familiar.” “I know you're lying. I am good with faces so I would've definitely recognized you.” Petra answered. “Too bad Aethon isn't here to warm the food. I'll serve you in a while.” Hilda turned to Keondra when their host walked away. “I'm not lying, I know her!” She whispered. “I believe you, Hilda.” Keondra smiled.

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.

At any given moment, if Evelyn gently lowered her head, she could see Hilda staring at herself with that overly-focused gaze - followed immediately by a blink and a slightly embarrassed averting of her eyes. Hilda struggled to prove to Evelyn that she was harmless, docile and obedient enough, yet her good-natured demeanor shattered into pieces the moment she saw the dying Xavier. "What is this?" Hilda's eyes widened as she gazed straight at the Xavier in front of her. her eyes were sharp as shattered purple glass, and a look of extreme aggression appeared on her pretty face in no time. She became grumpy to the naked eye, and despite her seemingly young age, even the youngest of beasts knew t

Matilda said meekly, I could see her eyeing the other woman. Did I hear her say they are sisters? “Well, I'm Hilda.” The other woman said as she walked up to me with her hand extended, probably coming in for a handshake. I was shocked beyond measure at what she did, she even had the guts to approach me for a handshake. I stepped back immediately from her, staring at her in surprise. “I want to ask for the second time, can somebody really tell me what is going on here? Are you women playing games with me?” I asked, staring at them both, this time around raising my voice.

One maybe wondering where I get money for all this but for my daughter, I waswilling to sacrifice everything. Once we reached the park, Dahlia ran off playing non stop on the swings. I soon noticed Susan, Finn's sister working down to us with an excited Bella running towards Dahlia. These two were the best of friends. I was happy that my baby was happy. "Hi Susan, I said as I hugged her. She beamed at me. Susan was two years older than me and her daughter Bella was quite a cutie. "Tori, how've you been?" "I've been okay. What 'bout you and Edward?" I asked, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed some children had made their way towards Dahlia and Bella.

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.

“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

“But you have to promise not to treat me like I’m made of glass.” “I can’t do that. You’re so small and fragile and…pregnant.” I breathe the last word, wonder filling me again. Our baby is inside of her. My strong, amazing swimmer made it to her beautiful, perfect egg and we created a new life. “I’m not fragile,” Hilda tells me crossly, sliding her hands into my hair and pulling my mouth to hers aggressively, before kissing me until I see stars. Her tongue slips into my mouth, moving languidly against mine, stroking and rubbing until I just about forget my own name in the inferno of desire she creates.

Hilda signed with her fingers that her husband was training this afternoon. Then, to my surprise, she signed something else. ‘How…?’ My brows furrowed as I interpreted what she had signed to me. “You mean… my relationship with Derek?” My face was red as I asked that; i didn’t expect that Hilda, who wasn’t a large font of gossip and was quite the gentle soul, would have already gotten a hold of that bit of gossip. “How did you know?” I asked her. She made a familiar gesture. ‘Mischa,’ she had signed.

Lyla replied, now sitting on the bed feeling all relaxed. Hilda walked up to Lyla and hugged her tightly "Wow, that's a whole lot. You know I couldn't believe it either. But you know what, that's all gone. We are here to rewrite the wrong in this world. And I know we'll do very well this time. We are tougher than we think." Hilda finished her speech and wiped away Lyla's tears. ************************************