Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Matilda was the daughter of the famous astrophysicist Joanne Holt and renowned Hacniane scholar Atlas Sachs. "Logan and Celine aren't Matilda's biological parents…" Chad murmured as if he was in a dream, and then he started snoring. He was just too tired. At Matilda's home. Matilda was wearing pajamas and holding a needle in her hand, and her face was marked with various points. She was standing in front of a mirror, gradually practicing the points with the needle. Matilda had been trying it out for the past few days with the information she had received, and the effect was very good.

Master was in New York, and how was she supposed to tell him that Liliana was no longer under their control? Matilda herself had given Liliana the pill, and she’d almost died in the process. She knew that without Master’s help, she wouldn’t have been able to get rid of Evelyn or even imagine herself married to James. She knew she couldn’t hide forever. Matilda had been coming up with excuses to avoid seeing him, but she knew it was only a matter of a day or two before he sent someone to drag her to him. And the only thing that daughter of hers knew how to do was whine nonstop every day like the world practically revolved around her.

Matilda stood apart from them, leaning casually against the cathedral’s stone column, her eyes narrowing as she studied the procession of fallen elegance. She hadn’t been on the guest list. She hadn’t needed to be. Matilda was no fool; she knew how to slip into places unseen, how to move like smoke between cracks. And besides, she hadn’t come just to watch Christiana’s carefully curated life unravel. No. Matilda had an agenda. “Poor little princess,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with venom that only she could taste.

she added, almost casually, “I should thank you. You’ve been quite the entertainment. Watching you struggle, watching you believe you could outsmart me, it’s been delightful.” I forced out a breath, glaring up at her. “You’ll pay for this,” I whispered. Matilda smirked. “You’ll be dead before I do.” She lifted her hand, dark energy swirling around her fingers again. I braced myself. But before she could strike, a blur of motion shot from the shadows. Lyra. Her claws sank deep into Matilda’s arm, drawing a sharp cry from her. Matilda stumbled back, furious, her power flickering for a split second.

Clara then lets out a soft chuckle, Nathaniel whispers over their link, “What’s funny, My love?” “An idea to give Matilda what she wants without actually having his thing in our mouth.” Clara then uses her claws to swipe at the front of Blade’s pants exposing his cock to everyone before allowing Matilda to take a little more control and half shifting her hand having bigger and sharper claws she then uses those claws to swipe across his cock, she smirks as it falls to the ground in front of him and he roars out his pain.

she was condescending now, and she knew it, “you came into my family’s restaurant with the intention of making me uncomfortable, to humiliate me for being back where I belong instead of in a mansion and to mock me for being a server in a restaurant. You wanted information from me, and you thought by making me upset and things awkward, I’d tell you whatever you wanted to know to get you to leave. What you didn’t count on, was I lived the past three years with the most brutally honest, meanest prick on the planet. His idea of a good time at home when he didn’t have me bent over a piece of furniture was laughing at how much more inferior my brain was to his. He would routinely take me places wh

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?"

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 needed her to shriver, freeing her orgasm all around… “Aww…. I can see someone is very red from not getting proper care. Were you fantasizing about me?” Matilda’s voice cut me off my fucking thought. “Why was that thing, Eira, in a short wet uniform? What kind of uniform was she putting on?” Matilda overstepped her boundaries. “You don’t have the right to question me. Know your place,” I roared at her. “Sorry.” “Good. now come get me out of this madness.”