Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

Maddy shrieked snatching the magazine out of Jes's hands. "That's what I'm doing bitch! Now give it back." She snapped at him. Gosh! He was such a drama queen. "What? How can you help me by wasting your time in reading these stupid magazines? And By the way, when did you start reading business magazines? Don't tell me you're planning to quit your job and take over your mom's business." Maddy snapped back while scanning the magazine Jes was reading. Maddy was my childhood friend. And my adulthood best friend. We completed our degrees from Pairs in different fields but luckily got jobs at the same place.

They had a quick lunch outside because they were short on time. "After getting on the car," said Cynthia to Hazel as she looked at the information, "we visited four magazines and five large shopping malls today. We can skip the ones owned by the Aiden family, so there's one magazine and eight shopping malls left. These shopping malls should be relatively easy to deal with, but this magazine..." Hazel glanced at the magazine. "Bright? What's wrong with this magazine?" "You've probably read this magazine before," Cynthia nodded. "It's very good. Moreover, it seems to have the best sales among all women's magazines in the country."

Where other girls might envy Belle for the library Beast gave her, Mia envied Madame Armoire, the wardrobe. Mia’s love affair with fashion started young. She found a Dolly magazine left behind by one of her brother’s girlfriends and she was hooked. She graduated from Dolly to Cleo, and then to Cosmopolitan and Vogue. She had scrapbooks full of pictures she’d cut out of the magazines and vision boards stuck with those paper dress-up dolls, except Mia had created her own styles by copying designs from magazines and sticking them to the paper dolls instead. She’d graduated to P*******t boards, although she missed the hands-on cut-and-paste of those scrapbooks and vision boards.

It was late at night when Miranda received the weekly magazine, she had an obsession with fashion trends and had to get the highly coveted magazine. Checking the cover photograph she got so shocked that the magazine slipped from her hands and dipped itself into the basin of warm water that she had soaked her feet in.

It was Kyle who spoke. "S-sure, Mr. del Espania." "Call me Kyle to be fair." She kept her face blank because she knew her mother was watching her reaction. She knew about what Kyle had done. "Fair enough, Kyle." Her voice was still formal after that. "We are proposing that we launch a magazine. It's like a collaboration magazine where we will feature our models together. Every month we have models in both companies that are featured with different themes." She nodded. That’s a good idea.

"His name was listed in Forbes magazine as a billionaire under 35. And lately it was again in the magazine as one of the hundred richest people in the world." "I didn't realize you were that cool, Uncle." Caroline looked proud; she gave two thumbs up in appreciation. "There was once a news report that said Mr. Madison was not interested in women because he had never seen a woman." "You really don't like women, Uncle?" Caroline looked at Jared seriously. She was really starting to get interested in getting to know more. "Of course he's interested in women. Don't you realize how Mr. Madison looks at you?" Donny said it firmly.

Madison added with a contemptuous twist of her blood-red mouth, “but trust me, dating the head cheerleader when you are in your thirties is desperate and pathetic. You are the kind of classy babe his Playboy bunny wishes she could be.” The words were out of her mouth before i realized they were coming. “Thanks, maddy, but I seriously doubt that most supermodels wished they were a huge failure in their parents’ eyes for getting divorced before providing them with grandchildren.” The alcohol made me feel bold enough to admit, “What if I want to be a Playboy bunny like her? What if I want to drive men wild with my huge, perky breasts and wicked ways? What if I want to weigh fifteen pounds too m

Her question is delivered with the energy of someone who cannot believe you haven't already seen this. She puts the magazine on my desk. Pack Society. The leading entertainment magazine in the entire country. The cover is full bleed — a photograph, taken outside what looks like a Spanish hotel. The headline screams across the top in bold red font: "BLACKWOOD'S NEW LOVE? Alpha Spotted with Mystery Woman in Marbella!" I look at the photograph. The cold arrives before the thought does — starting somewhere in the centre of my chest and spreading outward before I have even fully processed what I am looking at.

I have medium length black hair and brown eyes. I'm not skinny like a model but have appropriate proportions of flesh at right places making me rather full. But I don't care about it, I love myself. My mom was rather worried and told me many times to lose weight but hell with that. No matter how much I tried I always failed so I had stopped making attempts and rather am enjoying my life to fullest. I don't even know how to do make up or don't have any proper dressing sense. I'm an introvert but not the type to remain silent but the type to keep my things to myself. But best thing I like about myself is that I am a writer on wattpad.

let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth. Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.