Matilda Diaries Novels & Stories

BIG SIS WANTS ME TOO 1. CALEB'S POV. I gulped down on my food, with my headphones over my ears, pretending not to listen as mom paced the living room, phone pressed to her ear, her voice hitting that pitch that meant she was already mad pissed. “Please, Lena for goodness sake. Just for three weeks. I know, its a lot to ask for, but,” she shot me a look that could break through glass doors. “Yes, he's becoming unbearable.”

Valerie “Oh no! Not again.” Mathilda flopped on the bed letting out a heavy sigh, “I hate sleeping under the same roof with chickens and lambs!” I laughed at her long face, trying to cheer her up, “Come on, it’s not that bad Mattie. Lambs are adorable and you will love the sceneries there.” “For god sake, Val” Mathilda rolled up her eyes listlessly, “I’m not an idiot. I’ve been there three times and I hated every single minute being there!”

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

His mom scolded. “Alright, I would do it." He said as he took the phone off the loudspeaker. “I hope you're not agreeing to this just to get us off your back?" She asked. “No, I'm not, love." He convinced as Roberta brought him the food he asked for. “Hey Mi hija, how was school today?" Zendaya asked Maía. She was two years old and in kindergarten. “School was okay." She said in her baby voice. “That's great you want ice cream?" She asked as she took her backpack and lunch box from her and put it in the car.

Horses and cows were grazing the fields on either side of us as we drove down the drive. Matilda walked outside, while wiping her hands on her sunflower apron. She had aged very little since the last time I saw her. I could tell when I walked up to her that her hair had more silver strands in it. She was a short woman with busty curves. Matilda had always been a safe haven for E and I growing up. When we wanted to escape responsibility and paternal expectations.

He flinched, widening his eyes at their outburst and shut his mouth, crossing his lips with his finger. “Okay!” He said, taking a step back in caution and lowered his head. “Cool!” He whispered making his presence invisible as much as possible. He really doesn’t wish to die. With no disturbance now, Matilda focused on her daughter, her rage returning ten folds as she remembered Nicholas’s words and Dante’s warning. Though the truth is harsh, as a matter of fact, she is not afraid of the board. Instead, she wants to know what her daughter talked to Nicholas in the study that made her suddenly become a college girl who is in love.

The room also had a large study with its own entrance. Soon, Matilda began exploring the room—opening drawers and examining the framed pictures hanging on the wall. She saw many photos of Vivian and Jerald. When she got to the walk-in closet, she noticed beautiful suits and ties. Walking further in, she saw astonishing female dresses. It was obvious this was Vivian’s room. “Oh my God,” Matilda whispered as she imagined herself wearing some of the dresses, her pinky finger resting on her lips and her thumb on her jaw. Soon, she was trying them on one after another, without any thought that they belonged to her cousin or that she needed permission.

I shall never understand it. Matilda seemed determined to keep the aimless conversation with her mother going in order to avoid talking to either Tange or myself. Her sisters, the packhouse, Biance, Jackson, Diane, Corarline, her clothes that had and hadn’t arrived. The recipe books she wanted copies of, how much her father had eaten. The topics were endless until finally the clock struck ten, and I could politely remove myself and retire. My own conversation had been limited to the point of rudeness.

[Matilda] My heart was pounding in my chest, the ache so sharp that it hurt with every beat. Tears streamed down my face, but all I could see was darkness. I was too weak to move Taking a slow deep breath I slowly opened my eyes, but quickly shut them as the blinding light hit my orbs

Tania's POV As I emerged from the dark confines of the dungeon, Matilda's frail form leaned heavily against me. Her face was pale, etched with exhaustion and the torment she had endured during her captivity. With each step, I supported her, guiding her towards the haven of safety that awaited us—the Pack's house. The journey seemed endless, the weight of responsibility resting upon my shoulders. Matilda's breathing was labored, a testament to her weakened state. Yet, determination fueled my every stride. The Pack's house was our destination, a sanctuary where Matilda could receive the care and support she desperately needed.