Matilda Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

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 heels.

“Well, I guess you did the right thing then. So, where’s the little one? School must be over by now, isn’t it?” “Of course it is,” she says as she takes a platter of drinks and snacks from another maid who just walked in, placing it on the table. “But she went to the park for her evening play. She should be home soon.” I nod, a natural smile blooming across my lips. “Sounds great. It’ll be good to see her after so long. I just hope she remembers me.” “Well, don’t hold your breath,” Matilda giggles. “The girl has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes I feel like she deliberately calls me Hilda just to ruffle my feathers.”

Ah, I slept too soundly. "What is going on?" I asked later. "Matilda left home." My eyes were opened wider than usual. "Then where is she now?" "It's already in her room." Mama approached with a tray containing three plates of beef sandwiches. "She came home drunk and was driven by a wolfman." Of course I frowned. Matilda didn't like going to crowded places like that, let alone being accompanied by a wolfman. "I--is he not Alpha Rexton?" I asked, although a little hesitant.

I had to give my head a shake and walk away before I saw a white note peeking out of the drawer. *** Cillian, stop looking in Matilda’s underwear drawer! I bought everything I thought she might like. She will make a beautiful Luna exactly as she is anyway. Unable to find out anything about Phillipe’s protection from Northern Territories. It’s another source, not the witch. See you soon, Zena X ***

“You may call me Madam Matilda. I am the matriarch of the female members of Nordau Bloc.” Her smile deepened. “And, in case you weren’t aware… I’ve taken quite a liking to you.” Cassandra’s heart gave a nervous flutter. Compliments like that rarely came without a price. She forced a small smile. Cassandra stared at her, her eyes occasionally flickering away from Matilda's ‘cheery’ gaze. “For the success of your second task,” Matilda continued, her tone almost too pleasant, “I’ve prepared a special gift.” Her hands slipped from behind her back, revealing a long, slender object wrapped carefully in dark cloth. Cassandra’s stomach knotted. The shape was unmistakable and deeply unsettling.

Chapter 1 Matilda POV Pim pim pim pim the machine sound woke me up I opened my eye slowly am at the hospital of course,I smiled "he's finally gonna marry me he's going to divorce sara for me I'm so happy" Oops I forget to introduce myself am Matilda Frances,my papa is the CEO of frances co limited,am his only child his princess,he loves me so oo much he can give me heaven and earth just to make sure am ok,my life was perfect not until my 18th birthday,I got a step mom and a stepsister.

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.