Matilda Hortensia Novels & Stories

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.

Not like my real fated mate. Matilda had been a servant in the castle. Human. She had been selected for one of the higher-ranking household tasks, partly because of her intelligence, but also because she seemed almost exotically beautiful. One day, while I was in the library, we accidentally collided. When our skin touched, we both felt something that should have been impossible. We were mates. But how? She was, after all, a human born of human parents.

''Ah, You must be Peter. Annie told me about you!!!''. Peter stood frozen in place. He did not remember telling Matilda the about Annie or even mentioning her name. The sun was setting in the far west creating an auburn glow in the sky. The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind sending shivers up his spine. ''Come in'', Matilda invited him. She was a petite old lady, in her late fifties. He wavy red hair tied back in a bandana and her long dress swept the floor. She looked like an encyclopedia of the afterworld, wise and experienced.

Matilda inhaled deeply and spoke; "I need you to kill someone from me, he might be too powerful for me to contend with" The witches looked at themselves wondering who could be so powerful to make Matilda upset. "May I know a name?" "His name is Carlos Seville," Matilda replied and bowed again.

Matilda had won the race by the narrowest of margins. Revenge had been quick in coming as Bree targeted Matilda's biggest weakness, her ego. Not exactly blessed by the boob fairy, the then brunette was always sensitive about the size of her breasts. So much so that she had taken to stuffing her bra at an early age. She was hardly the only girl to do so, but few took it to the extremes that she did. There was hardly a girl who shared a locker room with her that didn't know she was barely a B cup, much less the C she presented to the world. What Bree did was arrange a little demonstration that shared that information with the rest of the student body.

Little Thena couldn't help but be enchanted by it all, tugging at her mother's hand to explore. With her curious eyes and radiant smile, she attracted attention everywhere she went. Her natural beauty was striking, with the purple hue in her eyes growing more vibrant in the sunlight. To Iris, her daughter looked like a miniature version of the Greek goddess Athena - intelligent, bright, and sunny. But as the family meandered through the crowded streets, little did they know that danger was lurking in the shadows. Monsters of all kinds watched from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Somewhere in the South of France…

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

You can come to my homeroom by that time. "What homeroom?" he asked. "32B," she said and turned to leave. "Okay. Before you go, what's your name?" "My name is Vanessa," she said and left him standing there when she sensed footsteps. She didn't want to get in trouble in case it was a teacher coming. Colton went to the library to wait. He wanted to read something to pass the time but couldn't concentrate. He really hoped Anna would be okay.

Well, I look the opposite. I always wonder how we even click together as friends because I didn’t even look anything closer to her. Matilda is 6’8 while I am struggling between 5’2 or should I say 5’4. Her deep chocolate-brown hair cascaded down her back, stopping right at her waistline. Believe me when I say that Matilda has the best body ever. Everything about her screams perfection. “Welcome, you seem tired,” those sweet warm voices that I had missed so much snapped me back to the present and I almost teared up again. "Let's go home,”