2011 Madeline Miller Novels & Stories

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Joseph I stopped in front of a coffe shop as I pulled out my phone from my pocket and diall Madelynne’s number. “Mads, I am right in front of your coffee shop.” I said. Madelynne, a woman whom I have started to got close to these last few months. She is 4 yours younger than me, she’s 25 this year. And she has always wanted to be a writer, and got the chance to publish her book with a publisher. I have always wanted to help her, but she always insist on doing that alone by herself. She wanted to achieve what she want from her own hard work.

Her face, unlike her thin body, has the roundness of youth. “Did you need something?” Mila asks me with an edge. Ignoring her, I smile kindly at Madison. “Hi there, I’m Camila.” Madison shuffles her ankles together and doesn’t smile back. “Hi.” Her voice is light as air. I glance down at her feet on the stairs. Her shoes are old and chewed up, one of them missing a part of the shoelace so the tongue flops loosely. Mila coughs in a clearly fake way. “Excuse us, we’ve got business to get to.”

The lady, slim with long brown hair and green eyes, looked at Millie, seeming terrified as she constantly mumbled an apology. Instead of feeling better, Millie felt worse. She saw herself in that lady and gently held the lady's hands, telling her that it was okay. When they had picked everything, Millie told her that her name was Millennium Barger and that she was a senior. ''I have seen you on the boards in school. You are quite a performer. I know you will be applying for Yale,'' the girl said. 'Am Selina Park,'' she said, stretching out her hand for a handshake.

"Don't keep me waiting too long." A muffled response came from behind the closed door, though she couldn't make out the words clearly. Madeline smiled to herself, pleased with how perfectly this evening was unfolding. Once Dr. Walker shared Elara Rivers' weakness with her, she would have everything needed to destroy her rival completely. The moonlight lamps suddenly dimmed throughout the suite, leaving only the candles to illuminate the space. The romantic ambiance deepened, and Madeline felt a thrill of excitement course through her wolf form.

She simply sat down by the side of the road and waited for Ellena to come back. Ellena would pass by here when she came back. So Madeline just waited here. When Ellena saw her, she would definitely take her in. After all, she was Ellena's mother. Thinking like this, Madeline's face revealed a confident expression. She waited until 5 PM and her entire body was about to freeze. Only then did she see a car drive up from the foot of the mountain. Madeline's face lit up and she ran out to stop the car.

Only one book was still missing, the one that had been left in the hammock. One windy evening, Magdalena was walking home when she noticed a ragged little boy walking along the dusty road, chewing on a piece of bread. She kept watching him, unable to explain why the sight had caught her attention. Then she looked more closely. She matched her pace with his and noticed that he was holding something in his other hand, a white hair clip with pink dots. The clip was dirty, but Magdalena could still make out its color and pattern. It was Sara’s hair clip.

With a huff, she read all the points listed. "Taking care of all of James Miller's needs from A to Z including if..." she suddenly glared in surprise when she read the last point. "Are you crazy?! I will never have sex with you!" *****

I sat very still for a long time. March eleventh was my mother's birthday. I had taken Madeline to the family dinner at Rosewood that night. We had not left until after midnight, which I remembered because Madeline had laughed about it on the drive home, said she was turning into a pumpkin. My driver had the records. The restaurant would have records. Eleven forty-seven PM on March eleventh, Madeline Crawford's credentials had been used to access the company system. She had been at dinner with me and my family.

The fear that used to sit tightly in her chest no longer greeted her the moment she opened her eyes. There was no tension here. No footsteps she needed to listen for. No moods she had to anticipate. The estate was quiet, orderly, and strangely peaceful. At first, Marceline moved carefully, as if afraid she might disturb anyone. But as the days passed and no one stopped her, she began to explore the vast property at her own pace. She spent long hours in the library, curled up in a chair by the window, surrounded by shelves that seemed endless. Sometimes she reads for hours without noticing the time. Other times, she simply sat there, turning pages slowly and enjoying the quiet more than the s