Matilda Novels & Stories

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

to the kitchen following the scent and froze again at the kitchen door as my stomach clenched painfully at the sight before me. There she was.. her long red hair beautifully styled as she stared into the fridge intensely. Melody.. my very own Melody that I thought I lost. I took a step into the kitchen and watched her still as she rummaged through the fridge, not aware that someone was behind her. I took her in from head to toes.... She had the Queen's shape .. tall, curvy, ... wearing a very tight and short white skirt that made her full hips very noticeable. Something wild stirred in me and a low growl escaped my lips before u could stop it .....

I muttered as I took my school bag and looked at the building my mother's brand was in. The building was built like every normal duplex. It looked like a home but it still had that professional look of a fashion house on it. The exterior was painted pure white, with glass adorning most place, meaning there were too many windows for my own liking. Majority of the windows were those long one that go from top to bottom, making the building give the impression of a glass house.

, the brunette haired witch gasped, coughing up blood “take care of Lena…she n-needs your protection” Lillian nodded “I’ll take good care of her Margaret , I promise”, she vowed. “Thank you”, Margaret whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. “Goodbye, my friend”, Lillian murmured, a tear rolling down her face. She wiped it away. There would be more time to mourn later. First, she had to get Lena to safety. She headed back upstairs, picked up the infant and the cameo. Lillian then left the Mackenzie house without a backwards glance at the dead bodies of her friends.

He liked that she wasn’t this bubbly, preppy, highschool girl. Falcon was mature for his age, he had to be. He’d been mature from the age of 12, and he’d always had to fight to survive. He sensed that Tala was strong emotionally, and he liked that. Falcon didn’t want a weak woman at his side, didn’t want a woman he could dominate, he wanted an equal.

Mateo could always be calmed down with food. In the packhouses, Matilda worked in the kitchen, smiling quietly. Matilda was an experienced and benevolent housekeeper in the main house of our pack. Matilda didn’t live in the house, but she really liked the job and sometimes, when she was in a particularly good mood, she would bake fresh pastries for breakfast. My favorite was the cardamom bun, but Mateo could never say no to caramel pastries. Matilda noticed us and greeted us happily “Good morning, alpha and beta. You are unusually early today, but fortunately I have

I shouted and ran to her on the floor I tapped her body but she wasn't responding. “You have to get here now. Emily has fainted.” I said to Bella and then called Mabel next. “What happened?” I asked the people around but they were all quiet. “We just heard a bang sound and rushed in. It must be Matilda because her and her crew rushed out.” “Who the hell is Matilda?” “She is quiet popular in College. How come you don’t know her? Her father owns part of the university.” Another one said with a laugh.

Conversely, Matilda only chuckled softly before smiling a little, satisfied to have won this little round. The car slowed as Harry took the final turn towards the twins' prep school. Colonial-style buildings with spacious playgrounds came into view, and the sounds of children's chatter and laughter could already be heard even though we were still in the distance. I patted Matilda's shoulder gently. “It's done. You look beautiful.” “Thanks, Ma,” she replied as she checked her braids on the small screen of her tablet. Her gaze soon shifted to Theo, and she grinned. “Look, Theo, I'm even prettier than your voice.”

But it was Damien, lying helplessly beneath the towering creature, that made her stomach drop. Her pulse quickened. She’d promised him that nothing would ever happen to him. She swore she’d keep him safe. She couldn’t just sit back and watch him die. Without another thought, Matilda leapt from the tree, her wings bursting from her back in a flash of celestial light. She soared through the air with desperate speed, racing toward the battle. When she landed, the Velakar was poised to strike, its massive claw raised to drive into Damien’s chest, straight for his heart.

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.”