Matilda Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

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.

Adorned with crystal and feather headpieces, she looked like an exotic princess. Her innocent eyes didn't understand what was happening. She didn't cry but stared curiously at everything around her, like a curious fawn that had wandered into a den of wolves. Her tender pink lips were slightly parted, and Derek could read her lips from the screen. "Mommy, Wilmot." Derek's fingers had already touched his weapon. At this moment, he wished he could draw it out and shoot Matilda on the spot. The rest of the crowd was already in an uproar. The little girl was stunningly beautiful.

I scanned the place briefly as far as my eyes could see and decided to head for the staircase. "Olivia?" I heard Matilda call from behind and I halted in my steps. "Lost memory or not, you are still the same Olivia from three years ago. An ambitious gold digger. Now listen to me carefully," Matilda spoke with so much anger. " I Matilda Williams, wife of the late, Mr Williams and mother of two, I will make sure you do not succeed in your quest. You and my son will never be a couple even if you have a child for him," she said and the side of my lips curled up in a smile.

It seemed she couldn't underestimate the culinary skills from this world. After enjoying a delicious breakfast that Madea treated her to, Wilma got on the carriage ordered by Madea to head to the witches guild. Madea was too lazy to walk to the witches guild because it was quite far from the inn where they were staying. AN: Hi, all this is the chapter update for this week>< Don't forget to vote for me

Now all Matilda had to do was switch the outfits before the party tonight. ‎############# ‎ ‎ ‎

She was shaking, her lips trembling, but she was alive. Matilda had missed on purpose. “You didn’t think I’d end it that quickly, did you?” Matilda purred, lowering the gun. Her voice was soft, almost playful, but her eyes… they were pure venom. “No, no, dear. That would be too easy. I want you to watch. I want you to suffer.” I rose slowly, fury burning through me, my wolf clawing at the edges of my skin. “You’re insane.” Matilda smirked and began circling me, her boots clicking lightly against the floor. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just smarter than all of you combined. You see, everyone has been busy chasing the wrong enemy.”

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 have actual employees for that, right?"

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 support she desperately needed.

“That's weird, Tilly. Dolls can't talk!” Matilda hissed, her little face reddening. “They talk to me when you're not around. They tell me you're annoying.” “Your dolls must be blind and deaf!” Matteo grinned widely, stabbing the other pasta with his fork in a way that made his sister growl. Beside him, Harry just laughed as he ate his pasta. Matilda clenched her small fist. “At least I have a doll friend. You just have a toy car that you talk to like crazy!”

“Oh dear, you're such a funny soul. I'm coming, I'll be right back. I already knew you would come down soon, so I made some cookies and doughnuts. Let me get them for you quickly.” “You're such a sweetheart, Matilda. You're the best.” I said, blowing her a kiss. Matilda shakes her head at me then goes to serve me a plate of cookies and doughnuts with a glass of orange juice. “Eat up, we don't want our little pup starving now.” She tells me. Wasting no time, I dive into the cookies, savoring its taste. Matilda does make the best cookies after John.