Matilda Mcduck Novels & Stories

BLUE MAID Wow This house is so big and awesome But I'm surprised it's not blue this time. It was really beautiful. The mansion's living room was really awesome. Everything was white Adrian : make yourself at home He pointed to the large white cushions and I sat on one and took the pillow. So fluffy and soft Me: I love this place. It's beautiful Adrian : thanks. Wanna live here? Me: huh Adrian : you can live here with your mother, if you want

Tania's POV As I emerged from the dark confines of the dungeon, Matilda's frail form leaned heavily against me. Her face was pale, etched with exhaustion and the torment she had endured during her captivity. With each step, I supported her, guiding her towards the haven of safety that awaited us—the Pack's house. The journey seemed endless, the weight of responsibility resting upon my shoulders. Matilda's breathing was labored, a testament to her weakened state. Yet, determination fueled my every stride. The Pack's house was our destination, a sanctuary where Matilda could receive the care and support she desperately needed.

she buried her face in her palms and cried profusely. “I'm useless,” She whispered. “No,you aren't” She heard the voice again and slowly raised her face, she looked, and the woman was unfamiliar. “Who are you?” Raquel asked with a cracked voice due to constant screaming. “I am Matilda, the witch that once helped Liam” Matilda said, proudly. “I am here to help you” Matilda folded her arms and uttered with a sinister smile.

Matilda’s Diary Sadly I am also the kind of girl most men would look over. Not even take the hint of a glance. At least that's what I found. Plain, quiet, subservient, church-going, Matilda Sanchez. At reaching twenty-four years old I was still luckily living with my parents but unfortunately we had just moved across the state to a new city for my dad's work. In some regards I was fortunate, I wasn't leaving behind much, only a part time job at a little Christian book store and certainly no real friends to speak of. Not even at the church I spent my whole life going to anytime the doors were open. Even the other girls there found me to be far too strange and far too sheltered.

Alice hid a laugh, laying Millie down and tucking her between the sheets, with Hoppy by her side “Want to do the honors?” “Okay, okay…” he snorted, and Alice had to admit that it was a funny image to see that huge man, still with broad shoulders and a firm appearance despite everything that had happened to him, sitting in his wheelchair with the colorful book in her hands and an upset expression on her face “Once upon a time, there was a mother duck who was very excited about the birth of her five little eggs. One after another, they were born, cute little yellow ducklings that said quack quack...”

Seeing her try so hard to convince me made me even sadder, like she didn’t want me to know something. “I will wait for them here,” I said. Matilda thought for a second, then her eyes brightened like she had an idea. “Do you know why I have curly red hair?” I blinked. “Because… you were born with it?” She shook her head dramatically. “Nooo! It’s because when I was a little girl, a magical wind from the Scottish highlands blew through my window one night and kissed my hair. It turned it red and curly so it would always remember the magic. That’s why it bounces when I walk.”

A soft knock landed on the door before I could reply it pushed open with a soft creak and Matilda walked in with a tray. “Ma we prepared pancakes and I decided to bring you some,” “That’s thoughtful of you, drop it here” I said pointing to the table She placed it on the table, then she turned around and walked away. I took a piece of pancake and put it in my mouth. The taste was heavenly these girls are fast learner. They practically used all the recipes I thought them and it came out perfect. I finished eating the cakes and I was sipping on the chocolate drink when my phone buzzed.

Wild life of two deers having the dun of their lives causes Lisa to blanch and quickly flicked the channel to a child-friendly show: Miraculous Ladybug. No one is too old for that show. "Did you tell her about us coming over?" Jin inquires, setting the plastic bags he was carrying above the coffee table. "Yeah. Tried shaking her. Dumped a bucket of water too but you know how she is. Even if we had an alien invasion I doubt she'd still wake up." All Xel can do is give a nod in understanding. It's already been a year since he's last introduced himself so it's only natural that he'd pick up the hint along the way.

Their struggle seemed to go on forever, both of their hands shaking, until finally, Alex squeezed as hard as he could, and got Matilda to drop the knife. Matilda leaned her head back and roared, as if trying to exorcize the demon within her. Suddenly, Matilda turned and sprinted across the room. She headed right for the huge stained-glass windows, and without pausing, leapt right through them, glass shattering everywhere. Alex watched as Matilda flew out into the night, her huge wings flapping, flying as fast as she could to get away from this place. “She disappointed me," came a dark, guttural voice.

But it's not like I care. I opened the door and to my surprise Matilda was standing there. She was wearing a black skirt and a patterned low-cut top that showed the inside curves of her breasts. A pair of strappy sandals with heels and mesh stockings completed the ensemble. A golden chain with some sort of amulet hung down, resting in her cleavage. It didn't look as if she was wearing a bra as I could see her nipples through the blouse. "Matilda...this is a nice surprise," I said as I found myself wondering what she was doing in my house, all alone. The Matilda I know will never want to have anything to do with me, let alone standing at my door at such a time.