Matilda Cover Novels & Stories

“What name?” “Vaudrey.” Matilda’s fingers tightened around my wrist, squeezing directly over the linen bandage and the mark beneath it. “Alis Vaudrey. And there’s a line copied beneath it from a book that isn’t in my archive anymore—a line I have thought about every single day for eighteen years.” “Tell me.” “Vaudrey bonds are not given,” Matilda whispered, leaning closer. “They are opened.” Down in the courtyard, men began shouting. A horse at a hard gallop burst through the lower gate, sending half the household scattering out of its path.

I dropped my keys in the foyer bowl, ready to sprint up the stairs and bury my face in a pillow. "Well, if it isn't Saint Emma." I froze. Matilda was lounging on the living room sofa, scrolling through her phone. She was wearing a silk robe that I knew she had stolen from my closet, and her nails were freshly painted a shade of red that looked exactly like the one Valerie Prescott wore. Of course. They were clones. "Hi, Matilda," I said, keeping my voice neutral. I started toward the stairs. "Mom said you were at the shelter again," she drawled, not looking up. "Did you save the puppies? Did you shovel the poop? You know they have actual employees for that, right?"

I replied really pissed off "Come on Elena calm down and listen to me," "mom please leave me alone" I scream She smiled "even if I have what to make him yours??" she said and calm down, "what is it?" I ask with interest She move closer and whisper to my eye I grin "prefect" I thought "ohhhh mommy I love you!!" Matilda POV I keep changing but later decided to go with the red grow,it shows my curve not too short i let my hair down

In reality, Chad wanted to say that he would return to her once he had eliminated all danger. However, he did not say it because he was about to face a difficult battle. For the Mystic Pavilion to survive, many people would have to die! Matilda closed the door, disappointed, as she watched Chad leave. At that moment, she silently vowed to reclaim everything she had lost. Matilda swept her gaze across the coffee table in the living room, where she discovered a piece of paper. Matilda was completely taken aback after picking it up and looking at it. The small sheet of paper was densely packed with instructions for over a dozen beauty treatments.

But it's not like I care. I opened the door and to my surprise Matilda was standing there. She was wearing a black skirt and a patterned low-cut top that showed the inside curves of her breasts. A pair of strappy sandals with heels and mesh stockings completed the ensemble. A golden chain with some sort of amulet hung down, resting in her cleavage. It didn't look as if she was wearing a bra as I could see her nipples through the blouse. "Matilda...this is a nice surprise," I said as I found myself wondering what she was doing in my house, all alone. The Matilda I know will never want to have anything to do with me, let alone standing at my door at such a time.

Cole clarifies. Matilda’s gaze lands on him as she grins wickedly, chuckling, “My dear, dear prince. You shouldn’t talk about me that way, seeing as I now outrank you as Queen of Red River.” “You are not a queen,” Cole growls. His grip on my arm tightens. I instinctively put my hand over his. He relaxes at my touch as I slowly, carefully, turn my head to look at Matilda over my shoulder. She rolls her eyes, “You think I don’t know your secret, Cole? Or should I say, secrets?” She grins at him like a cat.

“You may call me Madam Matilda. I am the matriarch of the female members of Nordau Bloc.” Her smile deepened. “And, in case you weren’t aware… I’ve taken quite a liking to you.” Cassandra’s heart gave a nervous flutter. Compliments like that rarely came without a price. She forced a small smile. Cassandra stared at her, her eyes occasionally flickering away from Matilda's ‘cheery’ gaze. “For the success of your second task,” Matilda continued, her tone almost too pleasant, “I’ve prepared a special gift.” Her hands slipped from behind her back, revealing a long, slender object wrapped carefully in dark cloth. Cassandra’s stomach knotted. The shape was unmistakable and deeply unsettling.

Matilda didn't look up from her mortar when she spoke. "Take that basket. Go into the forest, closer to the hills and get me Morveil. They’re dark purple leaves with silver veins running through the middle like someone drew them. You'll find them pressed low to the ground near the rocks. Don't pick the ones without the veins. Those are useless to me." Thora eyed the basket, then the window where the sun was already beginning its descent. "It's almost sundown." "I'm aware of what time it is." Matilda cut her off without inflection. "You'll be back before dark if you stop wasting time standing there."

I return her smile. Matilda helps me through the morning routine. The bath smelled like lavender but was also littered in pink rose petals. It was the first time seeing what a rose looked like, it was soft and smooth. I felt refreshed after the bath and Matilda helped me into a beautiful cream colour print dress. The cotton material is soft, smooth against my skin and flows softly to my mid-thigh. The sleeves are long and free but not loose and spread out at my wrist and the neck is cut into a smooth U-curve that hangs low but not exposing my bosom. It was a perfect fit, whoever picked it must have known my size but how? “Matilda, did you pick this outfit for me?” I asked and she looked up a

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?"