Matilda Newt 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.

*********** Author’s note : Hello cuties, Why do you think Matilda agreed for the merge? Please share your thoughts in comment section and wait for the updates. Love you all….

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

“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.

Matilda stood apart from them, leaning casually against the cathedral’s stone column, her eyes narrowing as she studied the procession of fallen elegance. She hadn’t been on the guest list. She hadn’t needed to be. Matilda was no fool; she knew how to slip into places unseen, how to move like smoke between cracks. And besides, she hadn’t come just to watch Christiana’s carefully curated life unravel. No. Matilda had an agenda. “Poor little princess,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with venom that only she could taste.

“Lydia, you look so pretty!” Mel squealed. Mel is my personal maid, and even though I doubt if her love for me is genuine, sometimes I do know she cares about me unlike every other person here. I looked in the mirror one more time, and I couldn’t help but agree with her. The dress was a nude color, and it was completely covered in sparkles. It was hand crafted and took a year to complete.

Her aunt, Matilda yelled out as soon as she lay eyes on the broken shards of glass on the floor. Matilda has always loved interfering in everything that happens at the Medina mansion, but her husband had always warned her to keep her distance since her words could land them in trouble if she were to cross the boundaries. “Didn't you hear me, Why are you breaking things that you didn't buy? That was my favorite cup, you know?. She said, as she further squat down to have a look at the broken glass.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

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.”

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.