Novelas y relatos de Hilda X Frida

I asked, tilting my head to the side, when I noticed a packed bag in her hand. "Oh, yes," she answered, glancing down at the bag. "Hilda was discharged this morning. She insisted I go home and rest since a nurse is already here to take care of her." She explained, and I nodded slowly. Her face turned serious as she opened and closed her mouth, clearly hesitant about whatever was on her mind. “What is it, Matilda?” I inquired softly, and she sighed. “Did Aphrodite really try to kill Hilda?” She asked unsurely, her warm gaze searching mine as she couldn't seem to believe that could ever happen.

she replied, and Lylah thanked her before they parted ways. However, Lylah halted in her tracks with a small frown and looked back in the direction Hilda had gone. “How did she know my name when we’ve never spoken?” she mumbled. “Brigid must have told her,” she shrugged and continued toward her chamber. Hilda made her way to a familiar chamber and stood by the door. “Urgh!!!… Fûck!!.. Yes!!… Oh my!!” “Harder!!… Yes, right there! Oh, devils!!”

She always wants to play with people's hair. Mirabella smiled. “She really likes your hair.” Hilda rolled her eyes jokingly. “She likes everyone’s hair” Rena giggled loudly and continued playing with Hilda’s hair. Mirabella peeled an orange and popped a slice into her mouth. The sweetness filled her tongue, and she hummed softly, feeding Rena another piece. “I met someone,” Hilda said carefully. Mirabella stopped chewing for a moment and looked at her friend. “Owww… it’s right about time. You have been alone for too long, Hilda" She smiled widely. “I’m happy for you.”