Willy Wonka Matilda Novels & Stories

he said sadly. ****************** Hey Wonderful Readers, Seems like this is end of the book THIS IS THE END. KIDDING :p It is not end but the beginning. Question rises where is Matilda? What happened to her? Did she make it? If yes then why she not here? Is it a sad ending? No, it is not sad ending as i said in the beginning “Every story has ending but happy one, there is nothing known as sad, if it is then it is not end”

" Matilda was crying in pain, but Stella didn't have any plan to remove her hand from Matilda. "I already warned you but you didn't listen to me." Stella greeted her teeth and smirked at Matilda. Matilda got scared at Stella's aura, "What are you going to do, huh?" She got the strength to ask Stella. "I have no other choice but to do this!" Stella answered and pushed Matilda inside her house.

Arthur nodded and said, "It couldn't be avoided. I received word that the Guild of Eternal Life has found a representative in the country for tomorrow's charity banquet. I'm not sure who it is." Meanwhile, Matilda was in an apartment complex across from the Elegant Group's headquarters. The caution tape next door was still up. Matilda asked for a long time before discovering that Winston had killed several people next door. Matilda was extremely uneasy, considering they were only separated by a wall. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Matilda was startled and grabbed a kitchen knife, saying, "Who is it?" The person outside did not respond. Instead, they slipped an envelope through the

Matilda opens her mouth to talk but Charlotte interrupts her with a loud and dramatic gasp. “Or… did he go with someone by any chance? Hopefully, a man?” Matilda shakes her head from side to side slowly, taking two steps backwards while doing so. Charlotte shrieks as though there are live bugs crawling on her body. “He went to Fiji with a woman?!” “Yes ma’am but…”

At this time, Yolden looked at Matilda before he asked her, “By the way, Matilda, since Mr. Wilson has to go first because he is in a rush, what about you? Are you in a hurry to go back too? If you are not in a hurry to leave, perhaps the both of us can continue jogging for a little longer?” Matilda had not run to her satisfaction yet, and she felt as though she was still bursting with energy and strength. When she heard Yolden’s proposal at this time, she agreed without any hesitation at all as she smiled and said, “Okay, then! I did not run enough just now, so we can continue jogging for a while longer.” After that, she looked at Jacob and Charlie before she smiled and said, “Jacob, Charli

Lady Macbeth walked further into the room, while Shawn closed the door behind his back. The house looked unkempt as usual, the walls and windows are filled with dirty dust and the room smells bad —but you dare not complain in Matilda's house. "How are you doing Matilda?" Lady Macbeth asked, her eyes staring at the half-broken door of the other room by the left side of the house. Matilda is known as a crazy lady in the pack village, no one wishes to associate with her ever since she lost her husband, her child, and her sanity —they all called her a witch.

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

I uttered nervously and scratched my eyebrow. Is this her grandmother? She looks scary, indeed! "I'm looking for Magda," I said. "I brought some food for her," I added and smiled awkwardly. I scratched the back of my head. I was devastated when her eyes narrowed as if she were reading me. "Who's Magda?" she asked confusedly. "There's no Magda here. Go away!" the old lady scolded me and turned her back. I panicked. I hold the gate quickly to avoid closing it. She stopped because of what I did.

It left her more stunned than Lila sucking on her toe. Matty let out a growl, “Do I get to eat Charlotte’s feet next or WHAT?” “NO!” Interjected Alana, Lila, Henry, and James. The eight-year-old’s bottom lip jutted out in disappointment, “I bet it tastes like vanilla… Just like her hair…” Alana peered down at the little one, her brown brow furrowing in a moment of confusion, “Did you actually eat her hair???” Matty grinned up at the woman, shaking his head coyly, “I fooled you!”

Across the small table sat Matilda. She was a little close to thirty, with a laugh that carried like sunlight through an open window and eyes that sparkled when she talked, green, bright, and framed by lashes that looked unfairly long without a hint of mascara. A tiny gold hoop glinted in her left nostril, and a faint dusting of freckles dotted the bridge of her nose, making her seem younger than she probably liked to admit.