Mad About Madeline Novels & Stories

“Xoxo. Mrs. Johan looks so gorgeous in that dress. Haters, fuck off,” another comment read. “Madeline keep it up. We can see Elias loves you a lot. Ignore these jealous fan girls.” “Much love, Mrs. Johan. You’re so beautiful in the dress.” “I’ll probably throw her eggs and tear the dress off her if I was there. Too bad I wasn’t. Tsk.” Madeline quickly left the article and slumped on the bed after reading a few more comments. Jeez! Was this how it felt being so popular? Yes, she has been popular but this was just so overboard. She would probably die of depression if this continues.

And they were trying to drag his sister into their sordid lives. “Infamous is more like it,” he bit out. “I’ll ruin him for this.” “I don’t blame you, Gage, I don’t, but before you engage in serious ruination, we need to figure out how we’re going to handle the media firestorm Madeline is about to get hit by.” Lily had met Maddy on a few occasions. She was a pretty brunette, petite and fine-boned, delicate and small, none of the height Gage had inherited passed down to her. She looked young, and in some ways seemed younger.

I said. I tried to think of any similarities between them. Bronwyn loved to read too but she wasn't a nerd—in fact, she gave us a lot of trouble rebelling and moving from party to party when she was in high school, but she’s still a good kid regardless. “How old is she?” Madelaine asked. “She turned nineteen almost two months ago, I guess,” I said. “You guess?” “I’m sure.” “Is she in college? What’s her major?” she asked.

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

Kayden's POV "Madeline, listen .." she cut me off with a dark chuckle. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. Instantly, some people wearing black suits came into sight. They came directly to me. "Wha.. what are you doing?" I asked them. Madeline walked to me. Running down her fingers slowly on my face. "Oh darling, you are really stupid, aren't you? Don't you know enemies tend to be unpredictable?" She said, smirking.

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

Phoebe smiled. Lilly gave out a polite smile as she was told by her mother, the little girl was about five years old. Madison smiled pinching the little girl cheeks affectionately. "What about you?" Phoebe asked looking at her best friend, her and her friend really hit it up when they were in college, Phoebe was really surprised to see Madison changed, she no longer had her platinum red hair but it was dyed to jet black, and her dark eyes became more darker, in college, Madison was the stubborn type of person, the villainess that always appeared in every story. She was reckless and didn't cared what others thought about her, but here Madison was looking calm and well composed.

"Mr. Giordano, you've finally come to see me." "I have questions for you," Ettore said urgently as he supported her. "How did my mom really die? Did Elena lock me and Isabella in the basement and abuse us?" Rosa sighed and wiped away her tears. "Mr. Giordano, the past few years must've been hard on you. Ms. Prodi didn't take her own life. She was driven to her death by your father and Elena! "To seize the inheritance left by your grandpa, they forced Ms. Prodi to take hallucinogenic drugs, drove her to madness, and then staged her suicide.

One thing amazing about this room was; that it was quiet and peaceful. “You said this for the millionth time. And it's Miss Madeline not Maddie.” She argued with a fake hint of anger on her face. “Yeah yeah Miss Waters, whatever.” I chuckled and fluttered my eyes close. Madeline Waters was a doctor, who was practicing her house-job for part time. She was my mothers closest friend and one of my best acquaintances or friend, you could say. She was the sweetest out of all the people I knew and basically she knew what I had gone through, that to only a bit of it.

Well, it was kind of expected given the last conversation we had in Theodore's room. My eyes shifted to Madeline who was by her side, assisting her quietly. She was dressed in a dark green dress with red ribbon sewn at the side of her waist. Her hair was tied into a tight ponytail, accentuating her beautiful face adorned with a light makeup. I gave her a confident smile before walking to them. Madeline might have a lot of supporters on her side, but it was only a matter of time before she lost everything.