Matilda Diaries Novels & Stories

"Matilda's a lycan?" she asked with wide doe eyes, her gaze fixed keenly on Matilda whose fangs and claws were elongated staring back at her with a surprised expression, taken aback with her sudden unexpected presence, although they currently weren't in the prohibited part of the school, the west mill, the building they were in nevertheless was an isolated abandoned building used only by them, the silver crest pack, a pack which she had secretively become a part of for the past two days.

She was a loyal slave to Aunt Claire, always at her beck and call, doing the dirty work for her and of course sharing gossips. When Emilia was fifteen years old, she and Julia happened to be attending the same high school, those were the worst days of her teenage years. Julia and Emilia were of the same age and so they were in the same class. Julia loved to be the center of attention, she still does. But she knew that Emilia was prettier and curvier so she would regularly do anything to humiliate her in front of the whole school.

Instead, she had learned nothing. Matilda let out a dramatic sigh as she entered her chamber and walked over to the vanity, unpinning her hair with lazy fingers. “What a tedious day,” she muttered to herself, rolling her shoulders. When Jane returned to inform her that the bath was ready, Matilda wasted no time sinking into the warm, fragrant water. She closed her eyes, letting the tension slip away—not that she had done anything strenuous enough to warrant tension in the first place.

Peter's pov I walked back to the house after a long boring day in high school. I fed the dogs then walked them around the street avoiding the cats. Then when I returned home, I took some snacks, did my homework, then I noticed that I'm alone. Wait a minute!! Where's Matilda? I marched to Marco's room, I knocked then I opened the door to check her " Matilda!!" I called her but she's not here Ugh! I hate being alone in the mansion! I took my phone and texted her

He intently looked at me, "It's not easy to search for it. It may took you years to find one. I advised you to search for Talia. She lives in the woods of Texas. Do you have your things with you?" I know he's pertaining to the diary, pocket watch and the key. I looked at the floor as I shook my head, "No, I don't. The only thing I have is the watch and the key." "That's fine. Do you remember your last diary piece?" "I tried writing everything in a piece of paper. everything that happened to me, still noted though I don't have my diary with me..." I showed him the paper I was able to salvage along the way. He smiled, "Smart ass."

I wish he could take me now… “Anna,” Mia whispered beside me, elbowing my arm. I blinked. “What is it?” “You’ve been staring for, like… five minutes.” I smirked, lowering my voice. “So?” Mia rolled her eyes. “So… that’s Professor Jeff. He’s your professor.” I shrugged, leaning forward slightly. “Exactly. And?” She shook her head. “You’re crazy.” I didn’t argue. I just watched him from the corner of my eye. Every step he took between the desks made my pulse spike. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, the little flutter in my chest, the way my fingers tightened around my pen without me realizing it.

I stared at her for a second, letting my brain replay the memory in question, the wrong bathroom, the wrong stall, the wrong girl walking out with a bag full of sanitary pads and four random packs of panties. Of course, I remembered, how could I forget? “That’s impossible to forget,” I said dryly. “You’re… the stall-stealer.” Her grin widened, delighted. “My name is Matilda. I knew you wouldn’t forget me. I’m not easily forgotten, I leave my prints on the sand of time and that was such a… memorable day.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice like it was some private joke between us. “I still think about how flustered you looked.”

Since her parents are friends with the Crowthers, it isn't any big deal to allow her to have a sleepover at their home. When Maddie got the message Matilda was trying to pass across to her, she tugged at Julia. taking her out of the living room for her room, while Matilda remains still on the spot. After they left, Matilda went to check out the supposed sound she heard. But there was no one there. Stamping her feet on the floor, she muttered to herself. “There is no one here, it's must be a fret of my imagination. I think I need to get some rest!

Some were still trying to win the war. Matilda was standing at the top of the peak looking all around at the scenario happening in a war. She recently escaped from the Land of Dark. She clenched her fists when she glanced at her army, on the verge of losing the war. She didn’t want to let go of her kingdom which her father left for her. Thinking of it just boiled her blood.

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?"