Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees. Is this a costume? Who is playing pranks on me? She thought. She tried to stand up but she could not. Her whole body ached. "Who is here? I need help!" she cried out but there was no answer. Matilda tried to remember how she got here and the memories came flooding back. ********** Matilda was a young woman of twenty four years of age living in Oxford city. She worked in a bookstore from the hours of nine in the morning to six in the evening. Matilda was a very beautiful lady with long blonde hair. She was of average height and had rosy cheeks.

"You dare come here and call Jaxx names? Did you even bother to ask your pathetic golden boy what he actually did before you came running your mouth?!" Matilda clutched her reddened wrist, her chest heaving as she stared at Elena in total shock. Her carefully constructed high-society composure shattered like fine china dropped on marble. The mask she wore for country club lunches and charity galas had cracked wide open, revealing the desperate, delusional mother beneath… the woman who'd convinced herself that money and status could rewrite reality itself. "What... what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice losing its imperious edge, becoming smaller, uncertain. "You assaulted my son! You an

“Yes, I missed it. Sister Rene bombarded me task earlier that I grew exhausted, and I accidentally slept on the stable.” “I am sorry about that.” The sovereign said. Abigail then caught the sticking leaf on Mathilda’s legs. No tree inside the compound had that on their foliage, and it would seem that she was out the whole time which was true. Abigail then abruptly stood, slightly throwing Mother Renata off balance. “There is a bug on my skirt. There is a bug in my skirt.” She acted as she kept shaking her skirt and eyeing Mathilda’s at the same time. And fortunately, Mathilda noticed the leaf before Mother Renata could see it.

Immediately helena ran to escort Evari from making more scenes. Both Matilda and her servant were bonded and shackled to the chair, and the next minute she saw her father and mother already bonded and shackled, They were being dragged to the interrogation floor, which shocked her greatly, "Father ! Mother!' she cried out, "Matilda !" Her father called with a crackling tone, "i told you not to engage in this treason ! Why would you think of making the prince a crown prince ?" Matilda's mother lamented, and Matilda's jaw dropped, her mother just admitted to the sins,

She hung up the phone and her gaze was still fixed on Tiana. “You're Matilda right?” Tiana asked, looking at Matilda with disgust in her eyes. “Yes, I am”. Matilda tried not to sound scared. “I was ridiculed in front of you, because of you this good-for-nothing”. Tiana's nostrils flared, waving her hands up and down, sizing Matilda up like she was a thing. “Excuse me ma, you have no right to…” “And what the hell would you do about that? Do you know who I am? Huh?!”

We fell into silence after that eating our food slowly. “are we going to talk about Danielle?” I asked. Roman looked up and sighed softly. “she used to be a friend but then she got obsessed with me and started stalking me, she got put in a mental hospital a few years ago but it seems like she escaped, the cops have caught her though “. I nodded. But I felt like I was forgetting something. It came to my mind in a rush. “Matias” I exclaimed jumping down from the counter. Roman caught me though before I could run away. I fought in his arms trying to get away from him. “where’s Matias? She stabbed him”. I yelled at him.

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

he asked, his voice cautious. Mateo simply shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll soon know," he said, his voice low and mysterious. He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and spoke only two words: "Come in." The door opened, and Lilah walked in, flanked by two burly security men. She was a vision of loveliness, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her bright red dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned physique. Her full lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she walked over to Mateo.

Malica stared at him with anger in her eyes. Malica was a dark-skinned Mexican woman, she is the owner of the prostitution firm Alora was sold to. Malica was the mother of two girls, but her daughters passed away due to an unpleasant event where both of her daughters were brutally raped by a couple of unknown men, which attacked them. Malica is a saddest who makes a living out of young girls, forcing them to sell their bodies to men. She believes it is a way of life as she was one in the business. “He wants Alora!.” Malica finally said.