Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

Part of me was interested to see what she looked like without it. “I’m gonna be straight with you right now.” Serena said leaning forward. “We lost her sister a while ago and Maddie hasn’t been interested in much. Tonight was the first time she wanted to go out. She wants you and that’s the first time she’s wanted someone in the last few months. Don’t get discouraged. Madison is weird. If she asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, let her know. Some guys can’t handle her in bed. She’s used to it. I’m sure she’ll try to be as vanilla as possible the first time.”

When her mother told her about Shah Zain, she never thought of it that he can do this. Mrs. Nimra kept talking about Shah Zain during the whole time when she spent with her. In just one day, don't know what magic he spelled on her, Minal was pondering about it. But for her, it was enough that her mother forgive her. And about the rest, she doesn't want to think about. After coming to her room, she put her shawl aside and moved toward the wardrobe. She was intended to change her dress. As she was taking out a dress for herself, a file fell down on the floor because of her touching it.

“What about you?” I turned toward Maddie and tucked my blanket more tightly around my shoulders. “Have you been seeing anyone lately?” “God, no.” The look of immediate disgust on her face was so dramatic that I started laughing before she'd even finished answering. “Recently it's been nothing but guys exactly like that one.” She gestured vaguely toward the woods where our unwanted visitor had disappeared. “Models?” “Young models.” She emphasized the word young as though it were a medical diagnosis. “Freshly legal, devastatingly attractive, built like Renaissance sculptures, and somehow possessing the internal depth of a luxury apartment staged for an open house.”

Five thousand dollars a month. It’s so easy. I have the link in no time. I send it to Roman’s work address. I settle in and create content. Who knows? Maybe there’s a bored billionaire somewhere who’d really like to see my cute, pink painted toes. Why didn’t I think of this before? I peel off my T-shirt and try to get a good shot of my cleavage. The lighting in here sucks. I’m aware that I’m punch drunk, bordering on manic, but I can’t seem to calm myself down.

And I still have a week to submit it, but I want to start working on it already. “Aren't you interested in knowing why everyone is a goofball this morning?” Madison asks, flinging her red hair as she walked into my office. She's one of the few designers with a strikingly good sense of fashion. I adore her works but, just like everyone, she calls me the best. “Maddie, my hands are really tied up this morning.” “I noticed,” she chopped in with a wink, “and that's why I came to let you in on the big news.”

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

She reaches for her glass and takes a long gulp from her wine glass. “Now kids.” Levi starts. Madison turns her glare thankfully away from me and directs it on Levi. “Did you just call us kids?” Oh no, doesn’t sound too good. He coughs again. “Let’s just start again and enjoy the meal shall we.” Coach suggests. Levi nods. “You both have a photoshoot tomorrow morning with Hi Magazine so if you could both ensure you turn up bright and early. He has practice straight after.” “Are you kidding me, that crappy piece of magazine?” Madison looks like she’s swallowed a bunch of lemons. Her face is screwed up, boy she looks fucking cute right now.

“If you don't have something important to say, just leave.” “Well, I do have something to say.” She brought forward a magazine that was clutched to her side. “This is it.” The book slammed onto the table in front of me. I sighed, pulling it closer. “What the hell do you want me to do with a fashion…” The image printed on the first page caught my eye. My words were thrown off, and I struggled to believe what I was seeing. “That's Luna Mia,” I said slowly. I read out the title of the magazine. It was the top fashion magazine in the country. “What is she doing here?”

Not that I'm judging her, but it is surprising. "Using me for my connections like all the others?" I joke, but she just rolls her eyes and punches me lightly. Madison is a beautiful girl. Tall, black skin, brown-honey eyes and long brown hair. Damon would call her an... eight. Any eight, nine or ten is always welcome at Tundra, "You know you can use me as much as you want. If you want a job, you've got it." "Oh, Ady, thank you," she says, hugging me again, "I just want to make the most of my youth while I can. I can always go back to being a boring lawyer later."