Matilda X Novels & Stories

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

Fuck, her name means delicate. Through the mirror, I watched Katrina race out of my hospital room and through the halls, shoving people out of her way if they weren’t smart enough to move fast enough. I blinked, as startled as Katrina when she reached the parking lot and found a massive crater with Crista in the center and a lot of blood. I had to cover my mouth as Katrina got closer, and I saw what used to be a man pummeled into the pavement. I always knew Crista was strong and unique because Emilia is a white wolf, but holy shit, this is a new level of power.

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.

Her golden eyes burned with warning, a flash of restrained fury flickering behind them, but Matilda only laughed softly, the sound smooth and poisonous. She stepped closer, close enough that Olinda could smell her perfume—sharp and floral, like crushed roses left to rot. “You always hide behind rules,” Matilda said, voice low. “Behind your little codes of peace. It’s almost funny.” Olinda didn’t respond, though her hand tightened around the edge of the table. She counted her breaths, one after another, forcing calm. Matilda wanted a reaction. She always did. “Don’t you think Agatha looks familiar?” Matilda asked suddenly, her tone light again, as if she hadn’t just been circling her like a w

she buried her face in her palms and cried profusely. “I'm useless,” She whispered. “No,you aren't” She heard the voice again and slowly raised her face, she looked, and the woman was unfamiliar. “Who are you?” Sasha asked with a cracked voice due to constant screaming. “I am Matilda, the witch that once helped Mark” Matilda said, proudly. “I am here to help you” Matilda folded her arms and uttered with a sinister smile.

Horses and cows were grazing the fields on either side of us as we drove down the drive. Matilda walked outside, while wiping her hands on her sunflower apron. She had aged very little since the last time I saw her. I could tell when I walked up to her that her hair had more silver strands in it. She was a short woman with busty curves. Matilda had always been a safe haven for E and I growing up. When we wanted to escape responsibility and paternal expectations.

She has been with her for over twenty years. Maya considers her more of an old sister, and she was one of the first people to become friends with after she came to the mention. Not to mention their recent food endeavors. Matilda was from the Philippines, and she has a lot of input for new recipes. Maya just loved her. “Goodness, what does she have in those bags, guns?” Matilda sat down after putting down the bags. “Guess she’s staying here for a long time,” Maya did not just mean that she’s staying in the city, but by the looks of it, that blondie can easily win over Alexander.

As we continue riding as subtly as the gentle wind, the serenity of the territory was interrupted as Matilda said, "I can overcome any attack in this place, nothing can even scare us, listen to how calm the atmosphere is. Aaaaaaaaaarrh, Matilda suddenly shouted as she points to the gigantic tree beside them, that's a snake, Omg as she clinches to my clothes, It was amusing, as I started laughing, calm down, that's just a tree trunk that has been formed like that. But you said you can handle any attack? Of course, I can, I'm not scared, I was just showing you, I never finished talking. Then why are you still clinching so tight to my clothes, Matilda releases the cloth and clears her throat, I

Matilda stood apart from them, leaning casually against the cathedral’s stone column, her eyes narrowing as she studied the procession of fallen elegance. She hadn’t been on the guest list. She hadn’t needed to be. Matilda was no fool; she knew how to slip into places unseen, how to move like smoke between cracks. And besides, she hadn’t come just to watch Christiana’s carefully curated life unravel. No. Matilda had an agenda. “Poor little princess,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with venom that only she could taste.

Matilda struck its neck with a burst of light, causing it to stagger, and Damien followed up by slashing at its knee, forcing the creature to stumble. As they fought side by side, Damien glanced at Matilda, his anger momentarily overshadowed by confusion. “Why did you come back?” he asked between breaths. “Your dad wouldn’t want you helping us.” Matilda dodged a swipe from the Velakar’s claws, her wings made of celestial energy flaring behind her as she soared over its head and landed on its back. She dug her nails into its thick skin, trying to keep her balance as it bucked beneath her. “Because I love you!” she shouted down at him. “I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and I’m