Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

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.

Like, yes I’m mad about what they just did but I can’t just leave the house? Where am I gonna go? I don’t have a place to stay. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much? She won't drive me away from the house, right? She opened my door harshly and looked at me with madness in her eyes. “M-mom,” I said in a small voice. She is still staring at me sharply. Like a lion looking at its prey. Mom is really scary when mad. “M-mom, you can’t expect me to just accept your decisions especially that my future is at stake.” I reasoned out. I didn’t mean to shout at them. To argue with them, I was just blinded by my feelings that is full of hatred.

“I didn’t hear you coming. Did I wake you?” “I was already awake,” I half lied “Who were you on the phone with?” I asked again. “You’ll never believe it when I tell you,” she said, excitement all over her face. This time I couldn’t fight the smile, but I managed to turn it into a smirk. “Try me,” I responded, waiting for her to continue. “Kimberly Allen. A publisher for Fable Magazine!” I rose my brows at her words. Fable Magazine was a very famous online magazine. A lot of young people enjoy that magazine, but they have something for everyone, so the older generation dabbles with it as well.

"He's that bad?" Madison turned to walk with me. She was dressed in full leather gear. Although hers was skintight and shined to a high sheen, she left her face unadorned. The patch on her right breast identified her as a moderator for S&B. Not to mention the take no prisoners attitude in her gait and expression. Even I was a little afraid of Madison and the metal tipped Cat O' Nine she kept hooked in a holster on her thigh. Madi nodded. "Yeah. He's getting under people's skin. I had two Ds come up and ask me if they could take turns on him for insulting their subs."

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

She asked with concern, “Did you have insomnia last night?” Brielle curled her long curly hair and said, “I was just thinking about my future work. Alas!” “Alright! Relax a little. We came out to relax!” Skylar patted her shoulder. “I sent my resume last night on a whim. Which magazine company do you think it is?” Skylar thought for a moment and shook her head, “I don’t know much about domestic companies. Tell me!” “The Paradox Fashion Magazine.” Skylar immediately rejoiced for her. It was a high—end magazine that gathered fashion, beauty, celebrities and luxury goods from all over the world. It was also a fashion magazine with a global multi—country chain.

Madie continued to scan through the papers, finally getting to the photographs so she could look at pictures instead of words. After a photo or two, the light smile on her face disappeared as she registered what was in the photo. Some were black and white, some were colored. Some were places, some were people. Some had Mother Superior in it. Her heartbeat became quick without her knowledge, eyes focusing on flicking the photographs one after the other. She wondered why looking through it made her nervous. Maybe because she was starving, and the tummy monster was getting to her? Or maybe there was this tug at her head that told her she knew this place. Knew this people.