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All Chapters of Mathilda: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50
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The Enigma
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
GabrielSome of the knights were called for a conclave, and that included Gabriel. Gabriel was still in shock after what Mathilda did to him at the stairs of the service hall. His legs were still wobbly, making him slow as he took his every step to the prayer hall.
Last Updated : 2020-12-30The Silvered Predator
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
Gabriel said no. I watched him go to the opposite direction of my path. His back was arched unlike his usual unswerving posture and his breating was deep. Gabriel continued on until he became a blur of black in my eyes, and I did not stop him. “What is his problem?”
Last Updated : 2020-12-30The Ideal Town of the North
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
I watched Sir Felix like a hawk. I had no firm proof with my assumption about him. My words that I had seen him with two different sisters on different places, and that he was holding the other one vulgarly was not enough. What if that was just a coincidence? What if the sisters go against my words especially that they looked beguiled by him?
Last Updated : 2020-12-30The Girl from Saint Guillermo I
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
For the past days I had been watching Sir Felix closely. So far, he only had three preys that I had known of. The first one was Sister Ana. She was an obvious target for she was beautiful. She had an ivory skin that matched with her apple-like red lips. And what made her stand out more was the matured curves of her body that her habit could not hide.
Last Updated : 2020-12-31The Girl from Saint Guillermo II
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
We did not talk about Sir Felix and our plan against him while we were still in the mess hall. We could not risk it, for there were too many eyes and too many ears. “Is it okay if I join you?”
Last Updated : 2020-12-31The Two-Faced Girl
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
TinaThe girl was looking at her own reflection in a mirror that was older than her. She was not wearing any clothes on, and the only thing that she had was the crooked glasses she owned. She was smiling. And her fingers were exploring her unshut lips. In her mind was her darling moments with Sir Felix in the library.
Last Updated : 2020-12-31The Game of Tug
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
No one wanted to sleep alone in their own quarters. Earlier, all of the girls just started entering my room with their own pillows and blankets, and then they looked for their own spot on my dense room. Agnes and Fatma were on the floor, while Abigail and Edith were on the bed with me. There was not enough room on the bed, so I only half laid with pillows on my back. Each of the girls were now looking for a comfortable sleeping position.
Last Updated : 2021-01-11The Galloping Horses
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
I woke up in the middle of the garth. My body was laying on the earth, and on it were pebbles and stones that were scraping my back. I slowly made myself upright, and then I noticed that I had nothing but my thin sleeping dress. The winter was fast approaching, but the cold of the night was not bothering my body. In fact, I felt warm. My feet unhurriedly lead me inside, even though they were wobbly. I used the walls as a guide to stay balanced, I will be in damned if someone saw me now, thus, I turned to the direction of the stairs, in haste.
Last Updated : 2021-01-12The One-Man Brawl
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
The sun had finally set, and it enveloped everything around us in a blanket of darkness. But our path was clear in sight for it was lit by the moon. It was alone tonight, but it was enough to décor the night sky. Its facet was beguiling that you would not think of it as a mere cold orb of craters and dust up close. The moon was similar in a way to Felix. At first glance, you would see how every features of his face were perfect altogether. But as you watched him for a long period of time, you would know that he was nothing but a jagged rock.
Last Updated : 2021-01-12The Man-at-Arms
Mathilda/B. Shenanigan
“Here.” Michael handed me his letters for Hana. They were five in total, and I hid all to the pocket I sewn on the back of my winter cloak. It was purposely for their letters. “Are you writing for her every day?” “I just want her to know that I am still here.”
Last Updated : 2021-01-13
