Matilda Audiobook Novels & Stories

"The other doctor who serves as my assistant will take over until I'm back. I am very sure he would be able to handle the task until I'm back." I nodded my head when I finally got convinced by him. Just then, I heard Matilda's voice from outside telling the guards she wanted to see grandmother, her voice sounded cracked. Hearing her say she wanted to see my grandmother after what she did annoy me, how could she dare appear here after trying to harm my grandmother? I immediately walked out and found her at the entrance. "What are you doing here?" I asked with an angry tone. "I… I...." Her lips trembled as she tried to speak.

“Believe me... please. Everything I did... I did to save this family. Do not hold Raven accountable for my choices. Do not punish him for my blood.” She looked past Eilis to the quiet, bloody hall, her chest straining for one last message. "All the witches ever wanted... was to be free. To live without fear of being hunted down and slaughtered... give them peace..." Matilda turned her head back to me. The light in her soft green eyes was dimming, flickered like a dying candle. She reached up with a trembling, bloody hand, gently cupping my cheek. "My brave, beautiful bird," she whispered, a tear spilling over her lashes. "My time has come. My only regret... is that you never got to experienc

Matilda voiced as she made her way into Leviathan's bedroom, a broad smile on her face and a large box in hand, “My apologies for bashing into your chambers without permission but I brought you a delivery from the royal cloth maker” ‎“Greetings mother, there is no need for the formalities. A mother doesn't require permission to see her son, does she?” Leviathan said, a frown etched on his face. ‎“That's well said, my son. You truly are wise beyond your age” Matilda said as she placed the box to the side, beaming with pride and Leviathan chuckled slightly. ‎“I'm not exactly sure about that mother cause there are things that still puzzle me, for example what do you think of my decision today.

Every sound felt too loud. After a few moments of pacing, she fumbled for her phone. Matilda. Her fingers hovered before pressing call. She answered almost immediately. “Olivia? What’s wrong?” Olivia swallowed hard. “Matilda… I need you to come to the hospital.” “What?” Matilda’s voice sharpened with concern. “Are you hurt?” “No,” Olivia said quickly. “But a man fainted. He said my mother’s name before collapsing. He… he recognized something about me.”

Both the one Igor told us and the one I heard come out of the well. The one that I'm sure was spoken by my mother. Which makes no sense since she's been dead for years. Maybe that was some kind of spell meant to confuse people. I saw what the water did to the Silver Hunter who fell into it, how he shrieked in pain. There are probably all sorts of ways that the well is magicked. Still ... even if my mother's voice was simulated, how did I even recognize it as hers? I've never heard it. "Over there." Alec points, and I navigate the little motorboat past docks, past beach houses, and to a wooded area.

Every little noise in the house made me jump. "Valeria!" my mother’s voice whispered sharply from the kitchen hallway. She hurried toward me, looking very tired and worried. "Where have you been? You took way too long. Doña Carmen is walking around the halls." "I had to wait at the shop for the medicine, Mamá," I lied, and my voice sounded shaky. "The gate was locked." Before she could ask anything else, the heavy bell above the door rang twice. It was the signal for the master library.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

(Nikki P. O. V) Later In night I laid curled up on our bed my head under the pillow but it didn't drown out the noise happening two doors down. Is that what mates are like, now I'm kind of glad I was 2 months old when Cole found me. A muffled moan came through the wall followed by a deep growl, did they have to be so loud? I was going to give Stella and her newfound mate an earful ... tomorrow I heard our room door open

Her golden eyes burned with warning, a flash of restrained fury flickering behind them, but Matilda only laughed softly, the sound smooth and poisonous. She stepped closer, close enough that Olinda could smell her perfume—sharp and floral, like crushed roses left to rot. “You always hide behind rules,” Matilda said, voice low. “Behind your little codes of peace. It’s almost funny.” Olinda didn’t respond, though her hand tightened around the edge of the table. She counted her breaths, one after another, forcing calm. Matilda wanted a reaction. She always did. “Don’t you think Agatha looks familiar?” Matilda asked suddenly, her tone light again, as if she hadn’t just been circling her like a w

I shouted and ran to her on the floor I tapped her body but she wasn't responding. “You have to get here now. Emily has fainted.” I said to Bella and then called Mabel next. “What happened?” I asked the people around but they were all quiet. “We just heard a bang sound and rushed in. It must be Matilda because her and her crew rushed out.” “Who the hell is Matilda?” “She is quiet popular in College. How come you don’t know her? Her father owns part of the university.” Another one said with a laugh.