Hortensia Matilda Novels & Stories

From across the garden, Mrs Garvalle watched, arms crossed, a rare glint of approval in her eyes. “She’s got the right hands,” she said to Luciana, who stood beside her. “Soft when needed, steady when things get tense.” Luciana nodded. “She listens. The pack feels it. That's more than I can say for—” Her words were cut off by the arrival of Matilda, gliding into the garden in a flowing lavender robe with gold embroidery. She wore expensive heels that stuck awkwardly in the earth, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance as she walked.

Yet, he did care a little too much when he drew close to Matilda’s quarters and overheard his twin brother and Thora. The door stood slightly ajar. Regan held a flower petal beneath Thora's nose. She inhaled, then immediately recoiled with a cough. "Whoa. What is that?" "Duskbloom," Regan replied. He sniffed it himself without so much as flinching. "I found these a while back and introduced them to Matilda. If you steep the petals in hot water, they make a mild tonic for sprains, bruises, and inflammation. The pack doctor still thanks me till date for discovering them. It's helped declutter the clinic so more serious cases are prioritized."

"What do you mean by that? A proper home? I'm the mother. I'll give him a home." Matilda leaned in, her perfume… something expensive and floral, probably French, overwhelming the antiseptic smell of the hospital. The scent was suffocating, almost dizzying. She looked at me with a terrifyingly clear sense of purpose, the kind of look that suggested she'd already mapped out every move in a game I hadn't realized we were playing.

And to think it had all been planted in a single day… It was almost impossible to believe. “Festiva Maxima, Coral Sunset, Sarah Bernhardt, Kansas, Cloud Red, Francoise Ortegat, Chocolate Soldier, Bartzella, Fern Leaf, Wild Lactiflora, Green Halo...” Patricia recited the names of some of the flowers. The more she spoke, the more astonished she felt. She had no idea how many varieties of peonies were planted on Mayhill, but the sheer number far exceeded anything she had ever seen. Many of these flowers were completely unfamiliar to her.

"Alright, spit out" "The potion which I created has your name chanted in it. It can only work for you and your immortality will only last a day, once it's a new day. You've got to take a dose of the potion unless you can die as a mere mortal" "That's why I usually add it to your food. The army which you are planning to create would simply need Phoebe's blood since they are freshly dead" Matilda explained. Mark listened carefully to her and took his hand purposely to her hair. He kept stroking it and that made her more open.

He handed it over to her and she cuddled it against her bossom. "Thank you." She whispered. He just kept staring down at her. She had less than an hour to go back to being totured so he savoured her cuteness at the moment making sure it sank deep into him. Andre had made Matilda to lay on the bed once her crises started. He had browsed a few things online on how to get her better but none of it worked. He had even made James run an errand to a herbal shop to get a herb which he read was good enough but it was all in vain and Matilda was battling through hell for her life.

Matilda asked me as I approached her. "Just wanting to prove a point," I said. "Maybe something nice might happen to me." I shot her a grin. "It's sinful to lust after your, sister, you know." "I'm not lusting. I appreciate beauty when I see it." Matilda wore her blonde hair short, and from a distance, you could mistake her for a young boy. She didn't have a full stack in the front, but she made up for it with a tone sculpted body. "You're doing it again, aren't you?"

Matt did his best not to stare at it as Erica was making it a habit of sending occasional seductive looks back his way along the hike, but Matt did love a thick butt. They spent about 20 minutes walking up and down moderate hills and wading through thick brush until they arrived at the first man-made thing they'd seen in a while. There was a wooden bench surrounded by a well- tended garden. The garden of flowers was quite beautiful. Filled with royal blue flower pedals, tall orange and red ferns and yellow tulips- at least, that's what Matt guessed. He knew little about flowers.

“After all, today is important for our family. We must look harmonious.” She left the kitchen and walked toward the living room, her posture graceful, her expression serene. “Arrange the flowers properly,” she told another maid, lightly touching the bouquet to tilt it at a better angle. “Yes… like that. Perfect.” Upstairs, Matilda descended the staircase, wearing a soft cotton short gown that hugged her figure. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her youthful face carried a careless, almost bored expression. Despite her casual outfit, she looked like an innocent princess.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.