Hilda X Marianne Novels & Stories

Hilda was the smartest amongst them, and he found it amusing the way she said her guess directly. At the same time, Julian threw a sharp look at Sebastian and glance briefly at Deandra. He didn’t understand why she blushed. Shaking her head lightly, Hilda watched two opposite reaction from both men. She diverted her attention to see Deandra, to her surprise, she looked down with tinge of red in her ear. “Deandra…” Hilda said softly. Lifting her head as a respond, Deandra waited the lady to continue talking. “I will tell you all about Julian and Sebastian’s dirty secret—”

Her hands shook and the sketch fell from her fingers. "No. Oh God." She shook her head. "What is this?!" "That's... us. Our past life." Ethan picked up the papers. "Prince Yul of Ubanda and Princess Azuka of Zazu." "And... the third person?" She rasped. "Dozie or whatever he's called." Ethan spat in disgust. "He was the princess's fiance but after she lost a fight to the prince, he asked for her hand in marriage and they got married." "Did she love him?" Saira inquired. "Dozie?"

“Jane was becoming a pain in the butt.” “I was worried about my sister, okay?” Jane protests. My eyes are still on the stranger who just gave me a hug, and now her hands are on my shoulders. I feel bad for not knowing who she is, because she seems happy to see me. “I’m sorry,” she says sheepishly, letting my shoulders go. “I’m Hilda, Josh is my mate.” “Have we met before?” “We are almost like friends,” she smiles warmly. “I hope I will remember you.”

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.

If only he hadn’t felt the need to go all ‘patriarchal protector’ on me . I’ll stay under the radar, kill when the urge compels me, and move on whenever I suspect I might be on the verge of being found out. You know the final shot from Silence of the Lambs, the one where Hannibal Lecter disappears into a crowd of people somewhere in South America? Yeah. That seems like a good image to end on. You ready? Let’s do it. The camera pans out on Sarah Killian, former serial killer for hire, as she disappears into a sea—no, an ocean of humanity, none of the people surrounding her aware of the monster in their midst. She will bide her time until she can kill again.

"Do you guys think so? Well, that is not true at all. Yes, I'm married to Adrian and he happens to be a Prince but he's not the King, neither is he the heir to the throne so there's not much responsibility to cater. Besides, I'm not quite ready to move in with him yet. And nothing and no one on this planet can stop me from hanging with my two favorite chicas, understood?" "So something from Mars or Venus can stop you?", Rita asked, making all three of them laugh. "I'm so happy for you, either ways, we love you" "Aww, I love you guys so much", she hugged them. "Look who happens to be checking you out. Well don't look, I'll just tell you, Prince Matthew", they squealed while Rita blushed, know

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.

But her roommate had other plans. “Get up, let's go out. Everyone is out connecting," Hilda insisted impatiently. She was dressed in a stylish party dress, her makeup perfectly done. With her dark brown eyes, curly auburn hair, and a confident smile, Hilda, around nineteen, exuded a lively energy. Despite her enthusiasm, she maintained a cool-headed demeanor, always ready to have fun but with a calm and composed attitude. She was ready to leave but refused to go without Boma.