Matilda Dragula Novels & Stories

“I want to see them up close, girlie. We can fly, right?” Even with her icy glare, Matilda who grew some spine pouted even more and it almost made her wince – seeing the corpse-eating worms around the inner part of her lips. “Okay, fine.” With her hobo pajamas on and her hair still in a tangled mess as if she was Repunzel without the fucking brush, her dragon-like wings opened. In instant, Matilda clutched to her arms as if she was telling Cent that she was ready for takeoff.