2011 Madeline Miller Novels & Stories

Amanda explained, a playful twinkle in her eye. The group gathered in the living room, and Stephanie presented Madeline with a beautifully wrapped gift. "Open it! It's a little something to brighten your day," Stephanie encouraged. Curiosity piqued, Madeline carefully unwrapped the gift to reveal a personalized journal. Each page was adorned with encouraging quotes and uplifting messages. Madeline, touched by the thoughtful gesture, felt a warm surge of gratitude. "Wow, this is amazing. Thank you, guys," Madeline said, her eyes reflecting the depth of her appreciation.

Madeline The pregnant werewolf is finally in my grasps, Madeline thought with twisted glee as she pranced and danced around her throne room. Her long, black flowing dress danced around her ankles as she twirled her body around when she heard a voice interrupt her. "Your Highness," it was her new General, Lily. "There is someone here to see you," she explained as she bowed her her dancing Queen. "Oh?" Madeline questioned as she continued dancing. "Who is it this time?"

" I just got a call from the precinct... Althea Grace Miller has been released. She isn't at the precinct anymore " Oscar's gaze narrowed and he thought he had heard wrong... " What did you just say?" " Althea has been released Sir..." He felt a loud bang on his head... " What?" __________________ Althea Grace Miller woke up feeling over the moon. She has never gotten this much rest ever before. Its been two days in this magnificent mansion and she must say that this is the best thing ever. All she does is sleep, eat and do nothing. The maids has refused her stepping outside the room as they say the big boss has ordered that she get enough rest.

"I'm leaving in a month. When I'm not here, people aren't very respectful of Jonathan. He isn’t part of the Scott family after all." Jonathan Miller. Owen always had a disapproving look when he heard this name. He was just a low-level employee who had somehow managed to capture Madeline's heart. Madeline was so in love that she refused to have an arranged marriage with any business partner. Eventually, he had agreed to the engagement after much consideration, though the wedding had yet to happen. After the engagement, Madeline had voluntarily left for overseas to manage the small assets of the Scott family. Over the years, she had done remarkably well.

No one messes with me. After buying the foods I wanted, I walked towards our room and went inside. Drake is not there. Where is he? “Hi! You must be Felicity?” someone approached me. I smiled at her and nodded. “I’m Dianne Fox.” She let out a smile. “I didn’t see you yesterday here,” I told her. I noticed that she’s not familiar so she may not be here yesterday. “Oh! Yes, I just went back here from the US.” She explained. “Oh,” I replied. I went to my seat while she was still following me.

I didn't stop until I reached the small, dark room near the laundry where I slept. I went inside and shut the door. I sat on my small cot and pulled the bird out. I stared at it for a long time. I could still feel the place where Diego had touched my hair. It felt like a burn. I realized that the mansion was not just a house. It was a board, and we were all pieces in a game. Mateo was the king, and I was just a pawn. And Diego? Diego was the one who wanted to change all the rules.

Someone who remembered her love for sunflowers, though she was allergic to pollen… “No need for that.” She reached out and helped Liam to his feet while brushing her fingers against the cream smeared on his face, “I already have an answer…” Liam suddenly covered her mouth and yelped, “Wait! Hold on, I have a script!” When he frantically reached for his phone, he accidentally yanked out a bunch of small handwritten notes, which scattered all over the floor. Anise picked up one of them. It read, [Important: Learn to respect and love her. Always think about her needs first.]

Millan gulps, hoping he’s not doing too much, but by Grant’s expression, he’s buying every second of it. “Right, yeah, my call. Uhm. Okay, well let’s go then.” Grant purses his lips in an obvious attempt not to grin, “Lead the way.” Millan goes for one direction, hesitates, then turns the opposite way. Hopefully, Grant will fall for his bluff and think the location is the other way around. As he leads Grant towards Madelyn’s bench, he has to contain a sigh of relief seeing her there. Of course, she has a discarded book on her lap while she scribbles in her journal. She’d shown him once how she’d write her thoughts and comments on what she’d just read.

She calmed herself and followed behind him. "Mom, my mentor thinks I can enter the top 10 in the competition." "Oh? that's great, you must work hard for it, Madeline." Grace Luther spoke with a doting smile. "I think cousin wanted to join the competition, unfortunately only the person with an exceptional work can be chance to participate in the competition," Madeline revealed as she sends a smile to Adeline. _This girl..._ "Oh, did something happen?" Mr. Luther answered quizzically. "Yes, Dad. Do you know what she painted? She made a painting of a naked man!" Madeline smirked as she revealed this.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.