Matilda Diaries Novels & Stories

Matilda ranted and unchained Phoebe. Phoebe tumbled to the floor, lifelessly. “Whatever” Sasha rolled his eyes. “Clean it now!” Matilda yelled and Sasha obeyed without any complaint. Matilda stared at Phoebe and thought of where to dump her. She held Phoebe's hand, and they vanished from the cabin. Sasha threw the shards of plate back on the floor and walked away from where she was. She went to take the book which Matilda was reading and she opened it.

Matilda opens her mouth to talk but Charlotte interrupts her with a loud and dramatic gasp. “Or… did he go with someone by any chance? Hopefully, a man?” Matilda shakes her head from side to side slowly, taking two steps backwards while doing so. Charlotte shrieks as though there are live bugs crawling on her body. “He went to Fiji with a woman?!” “Yes ma’am but…”

Esther also replied with a laughing sticker, while Matilda replied with an angry one. We all knew I was right. Matilda had strict parents who created limitations for her in all that she did. They checked her phone, her laptop, her chats, even the kind of pictures she took of herself. They would never allow her to go anywhere else that wasn't school, and they tried to imbibe true Christian values in her. But the more they tried, the more she drifted away from what they wanted her to be, and thanks to the fact that they were both workaholics who were always in and out of the house on business trips, Matilda found the perfect chance to flaw her parent's expectations of her. She would go to part

All of them watched as the fire succumb everything. “You should drink this.” Fatma offered Mathilda a glass of water that she finished hastily. Mathilda then sprawled on the floor because of exhaustion, “Have you guys eaten yet?” She asked the girls. “We waited for you, so we haven’t eaten yet.” Agnes announced. Abigail was curious to know what Mathilda meant when she said a lot had happened, but she knew that it was not a good time to asked about it. Instead, she asked Fatma to help her.

CHAPTER TWO MATIEO, 24 YEARS OLD Six Weeks Earlier I was born to reign over my father’s criminal empire. No questions asked. It was the reason I found myself parked at the library of St. Jean D’Arc School. D’Arc was unique, founded by four very determined women to help mafia children—especially daughters—find their footing in the world. But in the end, this school became so much more than they imagined.

I looked around on the shelves and saw all these huge files labelled with years on the spines. I walked towards the desk and saw a paper with a list of names, including mine. There were about 6 names in total, including mine. The first 2 names, which were above mine, had ticks on them. Mine had a question mark next to it, and the ones that followed mine did not have any ticks or, stars or question marks. Geez, so everyone had applied to be his maid? And was he cancelling on me? I peeped over and saw a folder with the name ‘Sadie Evans’ and a passport-sized photo of a blonde girl.

, he says smirking as I blushed again. I smirked and moaned. Matt scooped me up and ran to Sara's room. It was stunning in a light lilac purple with flowers hand painted on one wall. He put me down and I looked around amazed at the detail and thought all three were put into both rooms. My girls were lucky to have their own bedroom and own bathrooms to boot. The closets were big walk ins and I was jealous cause I barely had enough of anything to fill the little fucking space my ex husband gave me.

I want to show Milka the diary that I have been reading. “Milks,” I said, which made her look at me. We were on my bed, Indian sitting, while I was holding the diary. “Something came to my mind. Is it possible for you to know what happened to the woman who owns this?” I asked, pointing at the diary. She followed it with her gaze, looking confused. “I’ve never tried anything like that. I mean, that diary has no life. It’s a nonliving thing,” she answered. “And so are dead bodies.” I quickly replied.

As an artist, it's important for me to be comfortable so that I can create beautiful music. My roommates were pretty cool people. There was Amelia who works two jobs, at the café during the day, and at night, she works at another restaurant as a waitress. She's rarely free but I love everything about her. She's only 16 years old and dropped out of school two years ago. She didn't tell me why and I didn't ask. She’s got brightly coloured yellow hair and yellow eyebrows, her skin was a concerning pale and her eyes were a soft brown. She looked so dainty and innocent.

She's someone I've never seen. I swallow against the lump in my throat. Where the hell did she come from? "Hello." She turns around, doing a three-sixty, looking for people. Suddenly, I realize how odd it is that she's wearing a white summer dress. It's late autumn in Maine. "The Silver Hunters are gone," the girl says. "You can come out now." My insides scrunch up tight. Something's definitely not right. The girl stands there for a minute longer and then she starts to flicker, like she's a projection of some sort.