Les Miserables Madame Thenardier Novels & Stories

“Then don’t take me to rich houses with fat old men, señora. Give me something better.” “Oh, I will,” the madame hissed, her eyes narrowing. “You want better? Fine. There is one man. He pays more than all my clients combined. But no one lasts with him. Not one maid. They all quit screaming after a day. They say he is… cold. Inhuman.” Francesa snorted. “So what? I can handle cold. I can handle anything.” The madame gave her a sharp look in the rearview. “You and your mouth… One day it’ll ruin you.” Then her painted lips twisted into a smirk. “But maybe it’ll save you tonight.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this way. I carried her upstairs once our bags were inside and Tate drove off. He was one of my most trusted men, even if his balls were set on fire, he wouldn't betray me. I carried Madelaine to our room. It was fucking harder to stick to morals when we had to share a room. Fuck.

Old Adelard was completely lost, he sacrificed him to get a little closer to love itself. “Monsieur, Madame Suzanne is here," Theo said, opening the door. But noticing that Adelard was holding a cigar in his hand and twisting it from side to side, he had to say it again. "Let her come in." Opening the door with a sharp movement, an elderly woman exclaimed without ceremony, "Oh my dear!" Directing his sleepy eyes, Adelard, without any emotion on his face, simply said, "Glad to see you Suzanne."

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

"I have news, Sasha. Wonderful news." The floorboard creaks under my weight as I step backward. "I need to get to work. Mrs. Henderson is expecting—" "Mrs. Henderson can find herself a new little mouse." Madame Celine's voice drips with false sweetness. "You won't be cleaning her toilets anymore." "What?" "I've sold you." The words hit me like a physical blow. The hallway tilts, and I grip the doorframe to keep from falling. "You can't—people aren't—"

“Mies..don’t you think..that was a little bit harsh?…I mean the guy already apologize..”. (Catherine) Catherine still feel a little bad with how I dealt with the French old man. That is just the way she is, compassionate, emotional and fill with empathy, and most of the time she was just simply easily being manipulated. That man Monteu, is just a downright egotistical bastard, that enjoyed an affairs whilst having STD and feeling proud spreading it around to a lot of younger woman, Not only that he actually used my investment/money for all his activities, rather than actually using that money to further developed his products.

The males were a mix of middle-class businessmen and merchants, crazies, criminals, and bandits who stole from dark alleys. "Alpha Axton," Madame arrived at the brothel's doorway, her plump, red lips curved into a smile. Heavily rouged, she looked clown-like. She was a good decade older than the girls here but twice as experienced. Her hand perched on my shoulder like a fat pink spider. "It's always a pleasure to see you here. You can have your pick of girls - or boys." I gave her a nod and walked past her, hearing girlish squeals and drunken laughter from the bar.

Not knowing what the situation was, she quickly asked her men to help the two of them out of the dungeon. The woman who was addressed as "Ms. Savatier" glared at Camille with a sullen expression. "You should know that my sister is the one who’s brought all the honor that laid the foundation for what the Moreaus have today. Aren’t you afraid of karma, choosing to treat me this way?" Camille lowered her head and did not utter a single word. Ms. Savatier left the dungeon straight away, leaving Sherese, who was completely unconscious, in the prison.

At this time, if Ellena got a dime for every time her mother had used them, she’d be a billionaire by now. “One is an impotent and disfigured piece of garbage, the other, a normal and healthy man. I have eyes and you have eyes. It would be clear to everyone who to choose. You haven’t already spent the night with this “cousin”, have you?” A soft feminine voice came from the stairway, gently and softly, but full of malice. Seeing Naomi came down, Madeline rushed over to greet her. “Naomi, do you feel better? Do you need me to fetch you a cup of tea? Or do you want to turn down the AC?”

She sat up and swiftly dove under the bed. "Good," I commented with a smile. I moved to stand in front of the bed, my legs spread, and my hands wrapped around the pistol, pointing it at the wooden door. The door burst open, splitting into two, and a thug in black staggered through, a grin plastered across his face. He stepped aside, revealing the evil pimp at the middle of the room—Madam Dinero. She looked like a washed-up, aging whore, the kind who got her thrills from ruining other people's lives.