Matilda Meme Novels & Stories

My phone vibrates against my back, and I absentmindedly pull it out, my attention focused on the printed image, but when I look at the screen, my smile falters immediately. Matilda. My mother. The joy drains out of me instantly, replaced by a cold, familiar heaviness.

Matilda's mind exploded with expletives upon hearing the news. If not for her remembering that they were in the middle of a competition with a livestream, she would've shot up from her seat in astonishment. She calmed herself before asking in a lowered voice, "When did you get a husband? Why have I never heard about this? Why didn't you tell me?" She was so agitated that she forgot how to form the words in Summerian. Instead, she used Faelisian.

' please consider my request without your permission I won't bother you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again my strongest boy. Love Mom Luna Amber.

I grabbed it and read or rather saw ‘ты такая красивая женщина!’ I look up at him with an arched eyebrow. I copied the text into google translate and melted at the translation. ‘You are such a beautiful woman’ it says. I smiled up at him. ‘How do you spell malyshka?’ I asked. I typed it into the translator and saw that it meant ‘baby’. ‘You’ve been calling me baby since the first day we met?’ I ask him incredulously. He simply nodded grinning. ‘That’s a little bold’

Matilda asked me as I approached her. "Just wanting to prove a point," I said. "Maybe something nice might happen to me." I shot her a grin. "It's sinful to lust after your, sister, you know." "I'm not lusting. I appreciate beauty when I see it." Matilda wore her blonde hair short, and from a distance, you could mistake her for a young boy. She didn't have a full stack in the front, but she made up for it with a tone sculpted body. "You're doing it again, aren't you?"

So in answer to my mom’s question, I told her all she needed to know. “Madre, she’s my mate and you cannot blame me, but the moon goddess. I realised the very first day I returned and you won’t hold any grudges against Mia because she’d been against this but I can’t let her go. You know this, Mi Amore,” I said in a calm voice, staring my mom in the eyes.

Elara stumbled back. Then silence. Elara stared at me—her face pale, her eyes wide. "Child," she whispered. "You're not just a Mute Omega. You're a Primordial. The first of your kind. The power in your voice hasn't been seen in ten thousand years." My blood went cold. "What does that mean?" "It means you're not just rare. You're legendary. Every pack, every witch, every supernatural creature in existence will want to control you." She paused. "Or kill you."

Velma sympathized, her tone sincere. ‎“Oh it hurt Velma but it equally taught me a very crucial lesson. Love is never enough, power and influence is better” Matilda explained, wiping off tear drops from her face, “Cadmus might be dead but he lives in Leviathan and I will be damned to let someone else snatch him from me” ‎########### ‎

Matilda struck its neck with a burst of light, causing it to stagger, and Damien followed up by slashing at its knee, forcing the creature to stumble. As they fought side by side, Damien glanced at Matilda, his anger momentarily overshadowed by confusion. “Why did you come back?” he asked between breaths. “Your dad wouldn’t want you helping us.” Matilda dodged a swipe from the Velakar’s claws, her wings made of celestial energy flaring behind her as she soared over its head and landed on its back. She dug her nails into its thick skin, trying to keep her balance as it bucked beneath her. “Because I love you!” she shouted down at him. “I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and I’m

'Don't, Chris. I heard him move his leg back after some seconds and I let out a shaky breath. "Hi Mum, Hi Dad. It's me, Matilda. Yeah, that little girl of yours. Feels like yesterday doesn't it?" She asked and then chuckled. She paused perhaps not able to put her emotion in words or something else, I have no idea.