Matilda Anna Ingrid Lutz Novels & Stories

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

Monday came all too soon. Anna didn't want to get out of bed but that was out of the question. She grudgingly got up and did her morning workout. Then she had her bath, did her skin care routine and put on her uniform. The uniform was a sky blue shirt with a purple collar on a purple shirt. She wore a pair of white socks and completed it with black sneakers. She then pulled her hair into the usual ponytail and took her school bag. She had packed her bag the night before so she just threw it over her shoulder after putting her phone in it, wore her glasses and checked herself in the full length mirror and felt that her look was satisfactory.

She strutted up to me and mocked, "Mrs. Franklin, as a woman myself, I sincerely advise you to have some self-respect. Hurting yourself just to get attention is what children do. The waiter just informed me that the ambulance has already arrived downstairs. I'm begging you, please, just let Morgan have a peaceful birthday." Hearing the title "Mrs. Franklin" come out of Ingrid's mouth was nothing short of ironic. It was no secret in Northhelm that Ingrid was Morgan's true love. The two of them paraded around as a couple, while I was nothing more than the madwoman locked away in the attic of Franklin Manor. Ingrid, the side piece who had appeared out of nowhere and destroyed my family, actuall

*************** Matilda got to work very early, she was determined to do anything to prevent Jaden from lashing out on her that day. She dropped her bag on her desk and stood in front of her reflection in the window. “Finished the work from yesterday, check. Came very early to work today, check”. Matilda clapped her hands happily and did some little dances. She stopped immediately at the thought of Jaden catching her off guard again. She headed to his door and she knocked three times, but there was no response. She placed her ear on the door trying to listen if she would hear anything from inside his office.

Matilda was the daughter of the famous astrophysicist Joanne Holt and renowned Hacniane scholar Atlas Sachs. "Logan and Celine aren't Matilda's biological parents…" Chad murmured as if he was in a dream, and then he started snoring. He was just too tired. At Matilda's home. Matilda was wearing pajamas and holding a needle in her hand, and her face was marked with various points. She was standing in front of a mirror, gradually practicing the points with the needle. Matilda had been trying it out for the past few days with the information she had received, and the effect was very good.

Lance looked back at Ingrid, "Alright then, make it happen. Inez will be your personal maid. Dismiss all the other maids." I felt the anger build up inside of me as I watched Ingrid lie to Alpha Lance with a smile on her face. My mouth opened to speak, to tell him the truth, but before I could utter a single word, Ingrid pushed me back, hard. I stumbled and almost fell, but she held onto my arm tightly, digging her nails into my skin.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

I just know those people, and unfortunately, live with them. “No, no. I am talking about Hana and the other girls...” I enumerated their names, “Agnes, Fatma, Abigail, and Edith.” She stopped as she heard the names. “Go, just make yourself a meal or look for left overs. And do me a favor please, Mathilda, fix yourself for Saint Agatha’s sake.” She pushed me further the cookery, “I will continue with my meal now. Thank you for interrupting.” She fixed her dress as she noticed a few wrinkles, as if that would make her less old, scary and annoying, and then she strutted away.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.