Matilda Diaries Novels & Stories

Matilda was on birth control pills so I didn't have to bother about pregnancy. "Oh fuck, I needed this after today's bore," she said, trying to catch her breath. I laid down beside her, my breath coming in short rasps. "You saw her, didn't you?" I asked, running my fingers slowly over her thighs. "Yeah, I don't like her. She seems fragile but I just don't like the aura that she exudes" Matilda turned to meet my gaze. "Well, I think it's time to get dressed. It'll start raining soon" Matilda said, standing up and dusting her body. She brought out a chiffon dress from the branch of a tree.

complications. They didn’t tell Chuck about all this, of course. But they talked about it later that night in their room. They flipped for it. Matilda lost, which was why, the next day, she was the one who had to sneak into the men’s bathroom at the Apco gas station on the highway out of town, and figure out how to feed the machine the coins that would get them two extra sensitive, wildly colored, ribbed prophylactics.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

I was left sitting alone with forty-one coins, a purse of gold I hadn’t opened, and a feeling in my chest like a swallowed stone. Matilda intercepted me near the main gate an hour before dark. She was the pack archivist—sixty-odd years old, spectacles hanging from a leather cord, her cuffs permanently dusted grey with parchment powder. She had spoken perhaps forty words to me in my entire life, and thirty of them had been about returning an overdue ledger. She reached out, snagged my sleeve, and hauled me sideways into the shadow of the gatepost with a grip like a farrier’s.

So instead of going back to my room, I went back to the library but made sure to stay in a hidden corner and leave a distance, that was after giving instructions to some maids to take care of Sara after what Matilda had done to her. 'Are you scared of Matilda now?' Bax asked me with a mocking voice. "Will you shut up? How would you even make that up? I am scared of no one, let alone Matilda." I swallowed hard. After Matilda finished reading the book that she was holding, she left the library and I secretly followed her again hoping to know what she was up to that day. There was nothing I could pick or get from following her, the only suspicious thing was that she was unusually happy which do

"I hope Matilda learns from what happened. It's sad to see her embarrassed like that, but maybe it's what she needs to straighten up," Maine said to Demi. "Yeah, I hope so too. But you all need to be careful, especially you, Maine. Matilda can be cunning; who knows what she might do next," Amethyst warned her. "I'll always be cautious. Besides, she doesn't have much power left to boss anyone around," she replied. "Did you see her face earlier? She looked like she'd seen a ghost! And dragging her man into it too, the nerve," Sandro chimed in, taking a sip of his juice.

"Yes. Matilda is not a girl who likes to be given sweet words. She prefers me to tell her the truth. Maybe because of that, Matilda can't hide what she feels. She responds or responds to what she feels right away." Celine nodded in understanding. "Ah, I see. It's no wonder that your daughter, although chatty, is not annoying." "You guys are good friends then." "Really?" Celine laughed. "I've never had a friend Matilda's age. But I think it would be fun if my friends were much younger than me." "Unfortunately, she's not coming with me to Hongdu Beach. She has exams to take and an art show in two weeks." "Busy boy," Celine snapped.

" She said before transferring to her own bed. "...but are you sure you want to hear them?" She asked. "Yeah." Anastasia nodded. "Okay. Ready your tears then..." . Book: The Most Wanted Person Settings: Way back since 1894 Author: Napoleon Legend: Mary West (Madame Leticia's real name) Mary opened her eyes in a dark room. She cant see anything. She tried adjusting her sight. What happened? She was in the bus, reading a book. And then her head started aching and then...and then...

I am Sandra and I live in a small country in Europe with my smaller brother and my parents. Brought this Diary last week and I thought I should record my daily life here. So today is 23/9/2023 just another day during the winter holidays between the two semesters. That’s why I had a lot of time and I spent my days taking long baths, masturbating, reading and watching stuff on the internet. Every weekend I would get out with my friends to have fun but I was mostly at home which I was enjoying to its fullest.