Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

Blue Maid He carried me and kept me in his car, the front seat. Then he went through the front and entered inside. He started the car and drove off in a fast speed I rested my head on the seat and looked through the window I remembered Adrian I miss him I miss my Adrian so much I just want to be in his arms again I wish I could give him a massage again But will he still love me after he finds out that I've been defiled. I closed my eyes at the thought of that

You seem a little busy at the moment," I said rolling my eyes at Lex. I found Quinn who drug me to the basement in a hurry. What I saw had me angry enough to kill Lawrence myself but it looks like someone beat us to it. Matilda's POV "Lawrence, please! If I am not at the celebration your mother will throw me in the dungeons," I pleaded but it didn't stop him from dragging me by my hair. "Shut up!" He shouted. "Why are you doing this?" I cried. "Because you won't give yourself to me willingly!" He furiously replied. "You have so many others that warm your bed at night. Why must you claim me as yours? Reject me, please!" I begged. "No!" He growled.

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand. Charlotte's eyebrows furrowed, as she stared at me with a concerned look. "Another Mafia Clan?" She asks. "Yeah. It's not the Dreugans, it's another Mafia Clan—an even bigger and powerful clan," I replied. "Have you found out why they've been acting up?" She asks. I shook my head as a response. "No."

Matilda began, her voice shaky, "I beg of you. Please. You have to help me. My daughter... She's in danger. I don’t know what else to do. You’re the only one who can save her." Her words were desperate, pleading, but I could see the hidden calculation behind them. Matilda had always been a woman driven by her own desires, her own plans, and now, she was hoping I would fall for her act. But I wasn’t the same naive girl I once was. I had learned far too much to be swayed by her manipulations. I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe as I eyed her. "Save your daughter? Why would I help you, Matilda? You don't care about anyone but yourself, obviously. What makes you think I would lift a

Paige fired. “Who?” Matilda asked “Hilary. Hilary is Adrian's girlfriend but she stole him from her. She's such a two-timing asshole and a sucker! I hate everything about her. Don't tell me she's the new member in your crew.. Is she?” Paige asked. “Sadly, yes. She's now a part of us.” Matilda replied “Fuck!” Charlotte cussed, gritting her teeth as she shot Amanda a glare. “I know she took Adrian from your friend but what If I told you that she's no longer in love with Adrian. She had dumped both Carl and Adrian.”

But it was Damien, lying helplessly beneath the towering creature, that made her stomach drop. Her pulse quickened. She’d promised him that nothing would ever happen to him. She swore she’d keep him safe. She couldn’t just sit back and watch him die. Without another thought, Matilda leapt from the tree, her wings bursting from her back in a flash of celestial light. She soared through the air with desperate speed, racing toward the battle. When she landed, the Velakar was poised to strike, its massive claw raised to drive into Damien’s chest, straight for his heart.

But while Matilda is blood born, like me, her mother wasn’t high ranking. Her mother is a maid. One of the mistresses of our shared father. “I should be the one going to Scarlett Thunder,” Matilda sneers, scoffing as she turns from me to face the full length mirror across the room. “You know it wasn’t up to me,” I bite out, hanging my head. “Of course, it wasn’t.” She slips her fingers through her long, straight platinum blonde hair and frowns at her reflection. “You should have told me the second you found out. You went to her grave again, didn’t you?”

Drake asked, taking a seat at the table beside her. “Well I’m not even sure if it’s related by I saw this article,” Lydia begins pointing towards the article that spoke of Matilda, “And I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her case. I have the strongest hunch that all of this is connected somehow.” “If you have a hunch, then yes, let’s look into it. At this point, any lead is better than nothing.” Drake states, his eyes flickering over the photo of Matilda, “She looks familiar, and no, not just because she looks like Amelia. I feel like I’ve seen her personally before.”

Matilda was suffering from the two large suitcases. “Hey, let me help you,” Maya offered. “Oh, that’s alright. I can manage,” Matilda assured. Maya shook her head. “No, you can’t, and everyone is still busy. They can’t help,” She would instead work or do something helpful than awkwardly stood up waiting for instructions. Aside from that, she was not allowed to hide as Sicilia’s assistant. “Thank you,” Matilda gratefully smiled. Matilda was Fifty-something. However, she looked a lot older than she actually was. She is not only the housekeeper but also a somewhat friend for Sicilia. She has been with her for over twenty years.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.