Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

‘ ‘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. ‘

I have a minimal worldview about magic. And I’m sorry to say most of that is negative. I don’t deny that there are good witches out there. I’m mated to the best one. But my time dealing with Shit Witch, yes, I refuse to use her name - monsters don’t deserve words, has left a bad taste in my mouth and a negative view of witch stuff.

I guess her father sometimes gives her an earful scolding for spending too much. Since she came back from Australia, she is back to her old self. I think I was mistaken that she matured after living alone for two years. After Dior, she runs to Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Burberry, Calvin Klein, Gucci, Balenciaga, Hermes... My God!! I'm tired!

"America is treating you well, eh?" I catch my mother's eye across the table, and my stomach drops. She's watching me with that look – the one that says she's disappointed but not surprised. Mom has never approved of my life choices, and she makes sure I know it every time we're in the same room. "America is the same," I say, trying to keep my voice light. "But when are you going to bring us a husband?" Auntie Chiamaka jumps in, her voice carrying that sing-song tone Nigerian aunties use when they're about to give unsolicited life advice. "There's no more time, my dear. Your biological clock is ticking."

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

"Next time I warn you about something and you go ahead and do it, you won't like what I'll do to you!" I'm thinking about CJ right now. I have no time to deal with her drama. I'm just thinking about what I can do to make him stop. Make him stop breaking stuff in his office and acting so furiously. And, why is Madeline so cool? I thought she liked him. "Have you seen the magazine?" Madeline squints her eyes at me, bewildered. "What magazine?" She has no clue! "The Daily Scoop has CJ on the cover page. They claim that CJ, has finally come out as gay and his boyfriend is yet to come out!"

Louve looked at the other people inside the emergency room and signed an apology since Madison was being loud. “Madi, you have to take a rest. Don’t get too worked out.” “No! You don’t understand! H-How did he manage to land perfectly on the ground?! Oh my gosh! Is he a witch? Or...vampire? Are they even real? No! But if they are not some mythical creatures and I don’t even now how to explain that!” “Madison—” “You have to believe me!”

Madison blushed and stood up from her seat far away from mine and brought the laptop closer. She placed it before me and I turned it around admiring it. It was Maddie's favorite color, light purple. It was a M3 Max MacBookPro. “Hell! This costs $7,000 Maddie. How did you get it?" I was surprised. Maddie blushed and sat in front of me. I thought it was from a secret admirer so I winked at her and asked her who it was from. Maddie was hesitant but she finally spilled. “Mr Damien got it for me. He had one of his driver's get it delivered yesterday".

“Please leave my mother out of this. She worked hard for your sons. In fact, they are happy my mother is there to take care of them instead of you doing it. I am not doing anything wrong, Mrs. Mavkos, and I harbor no ill intentions toward Jagger or his brothers.” “Ha! You can't fool me, you tramp!” She poked my forehead aggressively, pushing it back. I slapped her hand away and glared at her sharply. She looked absolutely incredulous at my defiance. “You seem to forget that you’re just an uneducated maid. Do you really think people like us will ever accept you? Do you honestly believe you are worthy of any of my sons? There is only one woman suited for them, and that is Madison Hart, known a