Matilda นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Of course you didn't know, your attention is on my mate. Stop hogging her now, she needs space. You people should let her breath, don't overwhelm her with questions, she just got back.” I said to them. Raven gives me an appreciative look, mouthing thank you to me. I give her a Small smile in return. Matilda returns, holfin a glass of what looks like milk but I doubt it’s normal milk. “Here, have this first. It will keep you calm and help you regain your strength.” She said, handing her the glass. “What is it?” Raven asked.

Aunt Matilda was sipping her tea, while the maids packed her bags. She was setting out of the palace. She stared at her wristwatch and clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. Amanda was running late. Amanda was the daughter of her friend who is a member of the wildfire pack. They had known each other since childhood and had formed a deep friendship even though they lived far from each other. Matilda had told her friend she wanted to go to the palace for a while and had complained of the maids being slow. She didn't want to start shouting at all the maids to do every little thing for her. Her friend had suggested her daughter Aman

As soon as Dominic’s car disappeared, Emma’s car showed up, all before Stan and Wilbur could close the gate. So, Dominic must have passed Emma. “Ma’am, you’re lost. You might want to make a U-turn.” Wilbur said “No, I am not lost. I believe I am at the right place,” she answered. Emma was the last person Stanley and Wilbur wanted to fight with. Even if they were just doing their job, she would still manage to find a way to fight them.

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,”

Zoey Prince was a good girl. A girl with impressive goals. Goal Number One: Finish her bachelor's before age 21 - Tick Goal Number Two: Begin her Master’s by age 22 - Tick Goal Number Three: Get married to the love of her life by 25 - Not Quite On the day her Master’s program began, she discovered that the man she’d spent the past four years loving was cheating on her with her best friend, his excuse being that she was boring and by the books, and he needed someone fun. Zoey was shattered. Throwing caution to the wind, Zoe decided to prove to herself that she was not a boring person. She went on an escapade and this led her into the arms of the one man that promised to make her l

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

I dropped my keys in the foyer bowl, ready to sprint up the stairs and bury my face in a pillow. "Well, if it isn't Saint Emma." I froze. Matilda was lounging on the living room sofa, scrolling through her phone. She was wearing a silk robe that I knew she had stolen from my closet, and her nails were freshly painted a shade of red that looked exactly like the one Valerie Prescott wore. Of course. They were clones. "Hi, Matilda," I said, keeping my voice neutral. I started toward the stairs. "Mom said you were at the shelter again," she drawled, not looking up. "Did you save the puppies? Did you shovel the poop? You know they ha

It was 8 twilight and I noticed some cars parked in a line of an escort at the entrance of the building, I saw a light-skinned lady coming out from the car with some pack members. “It was Erica” She looked pretty, she wore a silver ball gown that showed her petite waist and a crown on her head, her face was well beaten with makeup, and A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on her sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she smiled coming down from her car. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her as she walked into the hall. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair.

As I reached home, my steps heavy with the weight of my encounter with Bethany and Justin, a familiar figure caught my eye. Seraphina, sat on our porch, staring at her surroundings like a lost puppy. She seemed lost in thought, her expression Seeming confused and worried. She looked out of place here but maybe that was because she was royalty and one could hardly ever find her outside the Pack house. but I had learnt that Seraphina was different. I wasn't sure if I could be friends with her. Every time I looked at her I remembered Weston. I remember what he said. I remember that there is a chance Seraphina might become Weston's new mate. The thought of that tears me apart. I don't want to be

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 sup