Hilda X Marianne Novels & Stories

7:01pm. Fairytale garden. The place shimmered under strings of multicolored lights, the evening breeze cool. Laughter and murmurs filled the serene space, a soft piano melody playing from hidden speakers. Guests turned their heads as Hayden and Hilda walked in, hand in hand, a picture of poise and elegance. Hilda’s smile lit up her face. She thought it was just another of Hayden’s quiet dinners, one of his unpredictable dates. But the second she saw the balloon and the glittering golden letters **WILL YOU MARRY ME?**

soft, unapprehensive, angry, all suggested Alice's tone of voice " Seriously ! how long have we known each other ? " Taria questioned, adjusting into a more comfortable position on the stool, after which, drank from her glass as if wanting to savour every taste. She finally drew the glass from her lips and dropped it delicately on the counter, to resume her mockery of Alice . " No matter how hard we try to hide something, in the end it would eventually surface, just like this glass, shut at the bottom, but wide open at the top ", she said with a giggle.

She can't stay without seeing the love of her life. Hailey and Malia climbed the stairs only to find Hilda lying in the pool of her own blood. “No, no, no,” Hailey shook her head as she walked closer. Hilda can't die, not when they were already getting along. There has to be a way to save her. She can't die yet. Hailey bent and dragged Hilda closer to herself. Hilda smiled “Thank you for forgiving me, thank you for your kindness..” “Ssh,” Hailey said “Save your strength, you will be fine.”

he asked. “No!” Brigid snapped, her voice louder than intended. “Selene is not one of them. There’s no sign of that.” “We can’t be sure,” he shrugged. The door opened, and Hilda stepped in, her boots clicking softly against the marble floor. She smirked at Brigid. If it weren’t for the bond holding her in place, Brigid would’ve slashed her throat. “My Alpha,” Hilda said inclined her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. Her body was barely covered, and Brigid still couldn’t understand what Hilda had become.

MIRANDA Florence wiped her face and glared at me, "I knew there was a reason why I always hated you." "I've always hated you too," I shot back. "Or did you think I ever liked you? I am Mrs Hazel Duke; Hazel's wife and that will not change. This should sink into your head and that of any other delusional fool who is building castles in the air." "Miranda!" The oldest man with grey hairs exclaimed. "Even if we are in your house, you can't speak this way.

Ryan did not deserve to even be near her. “I am Ruth, Hendrix’s wife.” I said holding out my hand. “I’m Neria,” A beautiful name for a beautiful angel.

Tristan stood beside her, five meters away, holding a cub and watching her. The woman wore a black and white corset dress, slightly bending over, the hem of the skirt gently lifting, accentuating her slender waist. When she lowered her head to smell the flowers, her chin looked even more pointed. Tristan's throat involuntarily rolled, "Snow Mountain flower, called Snowfall." "Snowfall? Such a nice name," lyra said, turning her head suddenly, looking at him with smiling eyes. Tristan felt a strange tightness in his chest.

For some reason, the cute child in the picture seemed to slowly replace the one in my memory. Yes, it was good this way. The child deserved to be this happy. My smile deepened. The woman's laughter also rang loud and clear. She looked really excited. "Ah yes, Jared, are you married to Sterly? I heard he's Sterly Brighton, the wealthiest man in our country." She asked in a low voice. My smile died down as I nodded my head.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

As if sensing something, the delirious Xavier instinctively opened the slit of his lips and let the blood, which belonged to a purebred, high-ranking demon, flow down his throat. Evelyn watched as Xavier's pain seemed to finally slow down a bit, her eyes moving and softening immediately after. Just then she heard Hilda suddenly call her name, "Evelyn." Evelyn lifted her head and looked in the other woman's direction, realizing that Hilda was staring straight at herself with a seriously focused gaze. "I want to live with you all the time afterward," said Hilda, "and eat and sleep together." Hilda's eyes were hopeful, "Come back with me. We'll go home together."