Matilda Novels & Stories

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

Bella gulped it and spat it out as she stared at the little girl wearing an awful oversized uniform and staring at her with her big eyes. She looked familiar, she didn't know if it was the eyes, that crooked nose, or the blond hair. It had to be that hair, for sure. "Adonis," she muttered. "I am his daughter, Ma'am. My name is Matilda." "What is that smell?" Bella asked, irritated by it, she managed to get to her feet, signaling Matilda to stay put and not assist her.

Might I mention that it is a failed attempt because no matter what I do, I go tumbling back to the memory of this morning's kiss. If it can even be identified as a kiss. It was too non-intimate to be considered one and too passionate to not be considered. Rowan always knows how to make a person's thought jumble round the place with just one touch from him. It's a talent and a curse. A talent for him and a curse to me. Matilda comes in a few minutes later, dressed as a Parisian summer model. She wears this huge peach colored beach hat with dark sunglasses and large balls as ear rings then a red tight fitted dress coveted up with a dark full fur coat and high he

she said, her voice low enough for just him to hear. Roman grinned "i love you too and our baby, i'll always love you Mila". "geez, why do you guys always turn every moment into something sappy" Mattias groaned. Ace smacked him at the back of his head ear earning many curse words from him. Camila leaned back, into Roman's side, him holding her tight and placing a kiss on her head. Together they watched the banter of the people around them.

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

Matilda woke up with a pounding headache. She looked around and found herself in a place that looked like a stone bridge. Where am I? she wondered. Where is this place? It looks strange. The dress Matilda was putting on looked strange to her. She looked down at it. It was green, with a cinched waistline and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem. Even the footwear looked our of place. It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees.

Her voice floats, takes off, asks: Who are you? Who am I? Is it real to touch the sky? Nothing's real for the sky, Said the birds of paradise I'm afraid, can't you see?! Tell me, where do you carry me? You will soon realize! — Said the birds of paradise. - uu-u uu-u Flying home, flying home To the land that you once had known To the peace that once was true For a little girl like you.**

Matilda was stopped by a man as she went out of the toilet and I guess from her smile, he made it up to her. To be continued...

Ekoro, and she turned back to see her star student, Cody Yan. Something was fishy about what Cody said,and Mrs. Ekoro didn’t seem like she was buying the story. She asked Arlene to show her the book, and luckily for her she had an empty note with her, so she got them out with shaky hands. Mrs. Ekoro flipped through the book, and when she found nothing in it, she pressed further on the issue. She asked Cody if it was really his, because it was purple and had butterflies all over. Cody said he loved butterflies and he got the new book because of his lead role, he had a lot to study and memorise. Well that did the trick.

– 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 (𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, #4) *** 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 �