Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

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!

We opened the door and went in. The interior was brightly lit with row after of row of plastic wrapped magazines touting every perversion I had ever heard of and quite a few I’d never even imagined. The florescent lights reflected back from the plastic as we stopped before a display of magazines apparently aimed at men who liked to dress up as babies and poop in their diapers. Sandy coiled her arm around my waist and stage whispered “I hope you’re not getting any ideas, I’m as adventurous as the next girl, but the only asses I intend to wipe won’t be attached to a grown man.” “Put your mind at ease” I whispered back, “That looks about as exciting as dental work.”

"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!"

It might be a while before i can get a waiter, so , knowing what i was going to order, i set the menu to the side and pulled out the new magazine i bought from the book store next door and opened the fashion page. The magazine is from MWD- Magazine weekly delight- and i feel like they are on of the best magazine company in the city because their items are really highlighted. Flicking through the pages, i stopped at the one that showcased a very tall supermodel wearing a black skin tight dress that is completely see-through. The model is wearing black underwear underneath the see-through dress. The black fabric sticks to the models skin and runs down to her ankle and is also full sleeved. The

Incredible, Impactful Alumni President of the year and Men’s Aura, focused enterprise of the month. Several magazines filled a part of the shelf. She pulled out one. He was gracing the cover, bare-chested, flaunting his abs. It was a men’s magazine about fitness. She pushed it back inside, pulled out another one. He was gracing this one but with Suzy.

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!”