2011 Madeline Miller Novels & Stories

“That is the essence of the date, is that not so?” Madeline cleared her throat. “My name is Madeline Grant, I’m twenty three, and I’m currently a student at DCadet fashion academy. I speak and read three languages fluently- Latin, Spanish and French. I’m good at playing golf and I’m an expert pianist.” I closed my eyes briefly. She recited everything as if she had practiced multiple times prior to our date. “Okay, so what do you in your free time?” She stared at me as if I had grown another head and waited for the waiter to drop our foods before responding. “I don’t have free times.”

she breathed back and went to the next room. Little chatterings of children, filled the room that was meant for an office. Each of them held a book they called 'reader' and sang every word they saw in the book in unison. They had this serenity they showed when they sang in numbers. Madeline Miller– held a long pencil, moving her hands up and down like an opera instructor. The smile on her face was priceless. She was her best friend, she stood beside the door until Madeline finalized the session with the children.

Madeline had moved back to her late mother's abode, and found solace within the four walls. The water was boiling. She turned off the gas, and poured it into a ceramic cup. She prepared tea whilst scrolling through social media casually. Nothing groundbreaking had occurred in the world. ‘Was life ever this boring?’ Madeline thought. A message popped up. Maddy, I'm on my way. Be there in five. It was from Chanel. Madeline let out a smile. “What will I ever do without you?” She said, I'll be waiting… Madeline replied.

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

So, everyone went back to their work stations. Madeline was not hungry so she opened her inbox. When she was about to read the content, Elizabeth walked to her. “Are you Elizabeth Crawford?” She asked. Madeline stood up quickly and smiled. “Hello, Miss Snow. I’m Madeline Crawford.” “So it’s you…” Elizabeth started looking at her up and down in interest. Madeline felt uneasy but she still maintained her polite smile. After a while, Elizabeth asked in curiosity, “I heard you served three years in prison because of plagiarism, is that true?”

He finally spoke up when I was about to finish the whole bowl. “Lila, I—” I did not let him finish. I interrupted him with a kiss. He must not stop taking the medication. He obediently ate the chowder. His mood improved greatly after that. He held my hand and led me to his secret studio. I observed my surroundings in the dim light. I noticed the rumored paintings of beautiful women on the walls. The paintings had a diverse range of poses and expressions. They made the women appear almost lifelike. Each woman’s legs were uniquely distinct.

he asked me and I smirked. “Because Queen Lisa celebrated her birthday in March, and I am sure that Mom Ava wasn’t pregnant at that time. Madeline was born in November. Don’t forget that she will have her birthday in four days. So, Callum would have only these months to scheme so big and destroy the strongest pack at that time.” I replied to him calmly but with a serious gaze.

However, just like in every teen movie out there, there will always be at least one maverick who has no interest in conforming to the 'school rules. You might have guessed it already but yes, I was the maverick in question, but it wasn't just me, I had companions. Andy and Chris have always been my partners-in-crime so people barely batted an eye at their choice, but the one whose decision really left them flabbergasted was none other than Maddie. Madeline Baltimore, the only child of the Baltimores, was widely known for her good temper, gentility as well as beauty. She was literally the model of what I thought a real socialite should look like.

Madeline placed the red covered book back in the shelf and continued her search, "The belle of the ball..sounds nice, as it looks like something I'd read ..." Madeline took the book and kept scrolling for more, she found some others that pique her interest..and brought it back to the balcony. It was her favorite place to write, the sun light in your face, the cool breeze, the chirping of birds here and there. "Milady...Garrick and the others have arrived..." Theodora said softly, notifying Madeline of their arrival, who nodded in return and asked Theodora to bring them inside.

The lady lacked manners, and that irritated me so much. "Hey" Peggy waved at her, and got no response. "She's saying hello" Nathan told her, after which she spared Peggy a look of disdain. Wow. This night was going to be full of drama, all thanks to Nathan. "I must say Nathan, your works are so impressive. I didn't know you were an art lover just like me." Mila piped. "You love art too? Do you have any finished works? Thank you by the way." "Finished works? All I can boast of are a whole journal filled with dress designs." She blushed and Nathan smiled at her in amusement.