Hilda Graphic Novels & Stories

I spoke with confidence but I could swear that I was fucking afraid than when I stood on the top of a tall building at he thirteen. Hilda furrowed her brows and scoffed. "I'm not even sure you would get to leave this place." "What do you mean by—" She cut me short when she raised her palm up. "Oops! I forgot that you would leave this place," she smiled in an evil way. "But in a lifeless body." I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on the chair, the pain from my wrist and ankle was no longer troubling me again. Hilda would not play with this chance, she knows that it's a one in a million chance of killing me and she would not even compromise, she is the true definition of pure evil.

Kai and Ace keep looking back at me, and I flash them a reassuring smile. Soon enough, they have disappeared behind what seems to be the top of the hill, and I try my best to increase my speed, finally reaching them waiting for me in front of a strangely formed stone. “Are you alright?” Kai asks, and I nod. “Perfectly fine.” Hilda beams at us, gesturing to the elliptical stone as if she were showing it off at a huge stone fair. “I have planned something really special for you guys.” Turning back to wiggle her finger at us while winking, she seems really excited. “You guys deserve seeing something that is as freakingly out of this world as you.”

It had big eyes that were almost popping out of its skull, big white lifeless eyes, and with closed lips, you’d think it had no mouth. But it did. Horrifying jagged V-shaped yellow teeth arranged in irregular sets, which might be strong enough to break rock. Its feet had smaller claws but they were painted green so I guessed they were venomous. Hilda used to say that colors were meant to represent things in drawings of books. I hadn’t thought about what I said to her that day, and I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about any of them because… I was running away from them in the beginning. Why go back?

Aricka found Hilda in the corner of the kitchens at a small cramped desk typing away at a tablet and making notes. “Oh, I’m sorry I’ll come back when you aren’t so busy.” “No, no, I need you here. What colour scheme do you have in mind?” Hilda smiled as she gave Aricka a hurried glance before going back to her rapid typing. “Colour scheme? For what?” “Your office, of course. Edith didn’t give that to me. I need to know what your colour scheme to select a few items before we acquire them.”

“Hilda, it’s me. Please, just listen. It’s not what you think. You have to know… he’s not who he says he is. He’s planning something, and you’re in the middle of it. I’ll explain, just call me or meet me somewhere. I have evidence.” I hung up before I could overthink it and rubbed my face. I needed her to understand, but I also needed her to trust me. That part seemed highly unlikely. I pulled up the files on my laptop again. Adrian had been careful, meticulous. He had accounts under false names, shell companies, fake résumés and fake contracts. Every donation, every charity appearance, every “coincidental” run-in with Hilda had been staged. He had entered her world, so meticulously and he p

I reply, forcing a smile to hide my skepticism. Hilda beams, brushing invisible crumbs from her emerald-green skirt. “Me too! I wish I had a skinnier body like yours to flaunt, but I’m all puffy, like over-risen bread. I don’t expect to catch his eye, but even a glance would be a blessing.” “You look stunning to me!” I reply genuinely. Sure, Hilda’s a little rounder, but her curves are elegant and,frankly, she looks better than Princess Heather in every way that matters. Who decides only skinny girls turns heads, anyway?

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, Luna. Let me know if I can be of further assistance.” With renewed determination, Fatima pulled out her laptop and began searching for information on deformed wolves. It didn’t take long before she found something that stopped us both in our tracks. “Prisca, look at this,” she said, turning the screen toward me. The image was chilling. The creature in the photograph matched the old woman’s description almost perfectly—pale skin, twisted features, and glowing yellow eyes. Beneath the image was a passage explaining its origins.

“Oh my gosh Niki, it's not a date okay? I just need you to take care of yourself till I'll be back, is that alright?” “I'm 12, I can take care of myself”. Niki retorted and flexed his muscles in front of Matilda, she just kept on laughing. She back inside after she saw Niki to the bus. She went straight to her closet. Matilda opened the last drawer and brought out a box. She placed it on her bed and opened. A beautiful yellow dress was displayed. She put the dress on her body and went to the mirror to look at herself. It was the last gift she got from her late mother.

Chapter 2 Mia’s pov I walked into the vibrant café still feeling the morning heat from Alex between my legs. The place buzzed with chatter and espresso smells. I spotted Lena right away at the window table, her confident smile hitting me hard. At twenty five she looked magnetic with her loose blouse hugging full breasts and jeans tight on her hips artistic energy pouring off her. “Mia get over here I missed you,” Lena said standing to pull me into a hug. Her soft tits pressed against mine and her scent wrapped around me making my nipples tighten instantly. Fuck this felt too good for friends.