Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

When my son, Jasper, came home with Maeve Leighton, I was in the kitchen instructing the housekeepers to decant the wine, grill the steaks, arrange the tableware, and set up the party hall. Maeve praised me to Jasper, "The cake your mom made is so beautiful. But look at me—I don't know anything." Jasper replied with disdain, "What's so great about this? Any housekeeper at home could do it. Ms. Leighton, you know archery, the law, and investment. You're also beautiful. My mom simply can't compare with you."

Maddison finally looked up at him, and there was a deep empty hurt inside of her chest. Her eyes then fell upon something on the glass table. All the elegant home and golf magazines were there. And then there was this tacky magazine. And she was the one on the cover pages. Maddison forgot how to breathe at that moment. Her shaking hand extended to pick it up. The headlines were in hideous large yellow letters across the cover. BABY Daddy Drama! PATERNITY OF HARRISON FIANCEE IN QUESTION IS IT THE BILLIONAIRE OR THE EX?

she spoke with a full heart. “Thank you: mom. I wish dad would be more supportive like you.” I said with a sad face. “He will be supportive sweetie, you know it takes him time to adjust to the fact that you won’t be working at the magazine.” “I didn’t work at a magazine mom!” I said confusedly. Mom laughed so hard and she tried to explain “Honey yes you did.” “No I didn’t! I worked at MWD Company.” “So, you do know that MWD stands for ‘Magazine Weekly Delight.’” mom explained.

The message from yesterday was still there. Unknown number: I have a piece of information that you would be interested in. Even though he answered, the person hasn't texted back yet. He had tried tracing the number, but it led to a burner phone. He decided to forget about it, he had other problems to deal with. _ {AUSTRALIA~PENTHOUSE} Madison sat on the couch with her phone in one hand while she ate chips with the other hand. She was scrolling through the gossip site as usual. She really missed working as a journalist, and she definitely couldn't wait to get back to New York.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

Gina apologized once more, but Madison could only sigh in response, already lost for words. After a while, when the tense atmosphere seemed to have receded, Gina took a seat next to her, and then let out her own huge sigh. “Well, you should see this.” She began, taking out a magazine issue from her purse which she handed to Madison, who quickly stared at the newspaper, dreading what she might see. Right on the front cover of the paper tabloid was a picture of Damien punching a man's face, and there was blood splattered all over his face and shirt. She opened the pages of the magazine, intent on seeing what the article said, and that’s when she saw the full story.

Kissing. On almost every magazine cover. Different magazines. Different covers. But all of us. All that kiss. All that moment when he'd claimed me in front of everyone. The headlines screamed in bold letters. VAN HALEN'S MYSTERY WOMAN. BILLIONAIRE'S NEW FLAME. WHO IS SHE? "Oh, Maddie. You're famous now." "Stop it." I poked her. But my feet were already moving. I went to the stand. The man behind it was staring at me. His eyes going from me to the magazines. Back to me. Back to the magazines.

"Where the hell have you been Maddy? You're late! I don't think you are fit for this job, and just a little warning, the next time you come in late there will be consequences.” Maddy had gotten the job 2 months ago as an assistant publisher for one of the biggest publishing companies in the world "Keaton Publisher." This was her dream job. After leaving her hometown in Pennsylvania at 24 years, she went all the way to New York for a better opportunity. At first, it was difficult but then she met her roommate Ella who became her best friend. She worked as a store attendant for 2 years before she got her big break. When the opportunity came to work in Keaton she went straight for it and with h

~Katia~ Sam sent the link at seven AM with no message attached. Just the link. That was how I knew it was bad. I opened it from bed. The magazine was a socialite publication, the kind that existed to document the lives of people who had too much money and not enough privacy. The kind my mother had been reading since before I was born. The kind she had been photographed for three times in the last decade. The headline was: Behind the Mystery: The Brilliant Kensington Daughter Who Won't Let Her Family In.

‘ ‘You have a point there,’ said Rodolf, ‘wait a minute, I’ve red something about that. His fingers raced across the keyboard for answers in ‘The Akasha of Magic,’ the witches' and magicians' answer book on his laptop. ‘Yes, found it. Of course! By carrying the energy of the moon goddess, you have magically matured,’ he explained with a surprised grin. ‘That means that the rule of, no sex before you are twenty-one, does not apply to you, Maddie. And that the anti-love elixir probably affected your magic too much, so indeed slowed it down. ‘