Mad About Madeline Novels & Stories

“Let’s look at facts here, Caleb. You’re running out of time and you need to get married ASAP. Madeline is willing to settle down with you, which is a bit rare for a twenty three year old. She seems like a contented young lady who will stay put anywhere you place her. You think she’s boring because you’re not interested or attracted to her, which is normal. But, you don’t have time for that.” I leaned into my seat and pounder over his words. What he said made scary sense. Fuck you, Jordan, and you too Madeline. Madeline was obviously an obedient little pup who was scared to disobey or break the rules. “But she’s fucking creepy, man,” I told Jordan the truth. “She was unbelievably perfect and

I wore my Cheshire cat grin, "I'm sorry dear, but he's too tired to see you today. We just had our hot brunch mating. So, don't disturb his inner peace." Her face has turned red, and as she sprints towards the stairs, I have the impression that a volcano is going to erupt. What made me confused is how come she didn't take the elevator. She is worn out using that stairs if she wants to see Marcus in his room, on the fourth floor. What a moron. She sincerely believes that absurdity. I couldn't stop smiling as I watched her take long strides to the next floor. She's insane and obsessed with Marcus.

Then he pushed me down and sat in front of me, on the coffee table that cracked under his weight. “So my little mate, where have you been tonight?” All I wanted to do was lie, but that wasn't an option. No matter how much I would like to deny it, he was my alpha and he was using his powers on me right now. Making it impossible for me to lie to him. And he knew it, so he was very annoyed at my answer. “I went for a ride.” “Do not lie to me, Madeline. I know that it was more than just a simple joy ride. Where have you been this evening?”

Then, as time passed, her mother’s mental condition improved, and it couldn’t be separated from Uncle Mike’s help. Odette didn’t expect her mother to tell Uncle Mike everything, including her origins. ----- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "Loving The Mad King" on W e b t o on app.

This time, he wasn't looking at the ladies or smiling with them, he was staring at him. The old man's words were now like a background sound to the king, it was like he was speaking far from him. He ignored everything around and kept watching the young guard who pressed his lips tight and blinked several times as he tried not to break their eye contact. The court ladies touched his chest and his arms, but it didn't affect Alec. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Kenneth. He was hypnotized by his intense stare, magnetised by the mysterious scar around his eye. He was known as the Mad King, the man who kills to satisfy his thirst. But now, stood a man foreign to his eyes, a king with elegancy a

"What are you thinking about so deeply? You are staring at that wall like a ghost is standing there." "Nothing, Mamá," I lied quickly, turning on the tap and letting the warm water wash the salty food off the plate. "Just the breakfast. Diego was screaming about the salt." My mother snorted gently, wiping a strand of gray hair from her forehead with the back of her wet hand. "Do not mind him. The young lords return from across the ocean and think they own the wind itself. You must ignore the shouting." She paused, her eyes softening as she watched me scrub the porcelain. "I know that look on your face, Valeria. You are thinking about your books again, aren't you? You are thinking about New Y

"Don't just sit on your ass, go and help your mother." I smile as Xavier strides over to help me. I pat him on the back in thanks as he reaches for the plates and brings them to the table. We all sit together, the clatter of forks and plates mixing with the soft murmur of conversation. Steam rises from the spaghetti but I barely notice it. My eyes wander over my family, taking in the effortless ease of being together. I'm the luckiest woman alive. I’m loved in ways I never imagined, cherished in ways I never deserved, and I am forever Their Beautiful Madness—the wild, sacred chaos of two souls who made their home in mine.

"Try to smile. You're making it look like we are selling you." I sighed, "Please leave me alone Allena. I'm not in the mood for this." She frowned and patted my head, "Stop acting like you're all that now. Everyone knows the Lycan King is a mad man and you won't even last a month." "I never asked for this you know. You're supposed to marry him and–" She suddenly pulled my hair, making me wince in pain. "Don't you dare go running your mouth! You're just a substitute for me and that's what you'll always be."

"I, um… I'm not here to confront you. I have to admit you can't control it." Caleb was surprised to hear her say that. He has thought she came to confront him again. “So…” He leaned against the doorframe. “Why are you here, then?” Madeline clutched the bag of chips tighter. “My TV subscription expired,” she said quickly. “I was wondering if you were going anywhere. If not, could I… watch something here? Just a series. If you don’t mind.” He stared at her for a long moment. So long her heart stuttered in panic. He was looking at her as if he was suspecting something. Then his mouth curved into a slow grin.

She’s wondering at first why his uncle’s pet seems not getting tired—and that’s because he’s taking a tablet to make his boner stay longer. Maddy has that sex craving and if she wants it, she must do it. She’s being a sex monster. She can also hold a long duration of sex with five men. Well, she tried it once, with her co-models after a chill party. And if she can’t do what she likes, she’s getting insane. Seems like she had some sort of mental illness.