Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

All she had to do was work really hard and then after that she would start her practice and it happened, she actually did it and got her batch and got enough time for work experience. "What do you think?" Andreas asked as he took the next case file and dropped it in front of us. "You remember Matilda from the academy?? The Venezuelan transfer who kicked our soar asses effortlessly? Dera asked as a nostalgic smile traced the curve of my lips as she remembered the way she put them all in their places during drills which made it hard for any of them to catch up.

'Mas Suma, you owe me! ***

"Alright. I had my reasons when I decided to recruit you all. My name is not Margot but Matilda. I have lived for 250 years and when I was two hundred years old I met Alpha Vincentius of the Red Crescent Moon Pack." * Autumn 200 years ago... "I'm not a bad person, give me your hand so I can pull you out of that mud." Matilda hesitated for a moment when she saw the figure with a scarred face above her. Only when Matilda looked into the dark blue eyes that radiated sincerity did she have the courage to extend her hand. Margot felt the strong pull of the man's burly hand so that she could get out of the quicksand that almost sucked her in.

"You know why I'm here, Michael. Have you been able to convince her to give you the entirety of her trust fund?" She was referring to Lyla's trust fund. We had a lot of plans with that amount of money. Lyla kept on saying that the money would be kept for our future children, but there was nothing like future children. I knew she was barren. Or more specifically, I knew that Kendra had made her barren by the little drugs she slipped into her food for the past six years. It would be hard for Lyla to conceive which means that I have to get the entire money from her.

“Afternoon, dear. How is your day doing? Mildred’s mother replied with a bright smile. Luna Miriam of the Blue crest pack is one of a kind, she is kind, graceful, intelligent, and she is the most respected Luna among the allied pack. Mildred left her mom chatting with the designer and drifted towards the display of gowns, her mother joined her, and together they sorted through the collection. They finally chose a sapphire silk masterpiece that complemented Mildred’s blue hair, the delicate straps resting gracefully on her shoulders. As she admired her reflection in the mirror, a small spark of anticipation warmed her chest. On the evening of her birthday, the palace buzzed with celebration.

I rushed towards his desk and grabbed my purse rushing out of his office with tears rolling down my eyes Matilda, you're such a fool! You're nothing but a waitress who has nothing to her name what made you think someone as rich as Kaden would look at you I fucking hate everything about this life

Chapter 1 Matilda POV Pim pim pim pim the machine sound woke me up I opened my eye slowly am at the hospital of course,I smiled "he's finally gonna marry me he's going to divorce sara for me I'm so happy" Oops I forget to introduce myself am Matilda Frances,my papa is the CEO of frances co limited,am his only child his princess,he loves me so oo much he can give me heaven and earth just to make sure am ok,my life was perfect not until my 18th birthday,I got a step mom and a stepsister.

Demi tried to rush at them, but Uncle Sandro held her back. "That's enough, Demi," Uncle Sandro said, restraining him. "Be grateful Maine discovered this. Otherwise, they would have deceived you again." "Please, Demi... I did this just to get close to you. I know you still love me," Matilda pleaded. Demi slapped her. "I hope you die!" he shouted. Matilda was stunned as the police dragged her away, with Art following behind. "We'll follow you to the station, sir," Uncle Sandro said to the police.

I had to give my head a shake and walk away before I saw a white note peeking out of the drawer. *** Cillian, stop looking in Matilda’s underwear drawer! I bought everything I thought she might like. She will make a beautiful Luna exactly as she is anyway. Unable to find out anything about Phillipe’s protection from Northern Territories. It’s another source, not the witch. See you soon, Zena X ***

“Right. Well. I guess they have to kill Phillipe first. Then she can plan another fancy ceremony.” “Zeke, is everything okay?” Matilda asked softly. Her brown eyes were framed by her coppery red hair. She wasn’t there to bear my burdens. Naomi and Leona mentioned she was heard crying over the war from her room some nights. I give her a soft kiss on the cheek and my cheekiest smile. “Of course. I’m fine!” Matilda tried to stop me, but I just sprinted upstairs. The letter I had poached from the floor feeling more like burning coal than parchment. Was this where Freya told me herself that she had chosen duty over her own happiness? The price she would pay to remain a Luna.