Novel & Cerita Linkcat Madison Library

Choking on the exhaust, she shouted after them, “No wonder you can’t find Madison! Serves you right!” Jake got home and immediately started digging into MZ. Just typing in the name sent a sharp pain through his chest. He already knew what the letters stood for. M was Madison. Z was Zimmer. Now that he had the name, it didn’t take long to find the company. It was a young firm, only a few years old, and had just set up a physical office location. Jake stared blankly at the address on the screen. Then, out of nowhere, he remembered something Madison had once told him. She had said she loved this quiet little seaside town and had always dreamed of visiting.

“Then I’ll have to meet her myself. No more mistakes.” At that same moment, Madison stood in the center of a bustling shopping mall. Shoppers streamed past, voices blending with the low hum of escalators and background music. Her gaze was fixed on the towering digital billboard above. A smiling woman, elegant and radiant, advertised her cooking school—Clare’s Kitchen Classes. Madison’s grip tightened on her bag. She took a long, steadying breath, her heart thudding with both fear and determination. Then, without another thought, she walked toward the glass doors beneath the billboard and stepped inside.

Jonathan offered and Madison stared at me wide-eyed, expectantly. After a moment of silence, I gave my friends a weak, sad smile, "No." "Huh?" "No, what?" They questioned simultaneously. "No, we are not having a movie marathon." "Oh, you're not in the mood for movies." Madison stated and faced Jonathan, "Of course she's not feeling like watching chicklits, why did you suggest such a thing?! " After scolding him, she faced me again, "What about bowling?! Let's go bowling, Lia. We're going to beat Jon's ass. I discovered new tricks we could--"

Julian pleaded, bowing his head and using his palm for support. Liam let out a loud sigh. "Text me the address," he surrendered. "Done," Julian responded. "Alright. Adi, right?" He inquired as he looked closely at the address, "The Fare Gallery, 350th Street, 5th Avenue." Just about the exact location where he had dropped Madison off... Perhaps he might just bump into her on his way, he thought to himself as he smiled at his silly thoughts. "Yes. She's always at the front desk. It won't be so difficult locating her," Julian assured Liam.

The polished marble floor felt cold beneath my palms. Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, my phone rang loudly. "Hello?" Madison's voice sliced through the fog. "Rose? Where are you? Meet me at Bryant Park. Now." Her tone brooked no argument. Twenty minutes later, I spotted her beneath the skeletal branches of a winter maple, clutching two steaming cups. She thrust one into my numb hand, the cheap paper scalding my fingers. "Mocha latte, extra milk. Just like Damien says, you like it."

20 Madison is mind linking Sean and the others, warning them about the writing on the walls. Then we hear the doorbell ring, Madison looked quickly toward me in a panicked look and we both started down the stairs. We went to the door and Madison jumped, " Sorry Sean is really upset right now he's yelling through the mindlink not to open the door. "1 " I'll do it then. I wanna know who this creep is. " I say and slowly turn the nob on the front door. Once the door is open I brace for impact...6