Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.”

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.

(Third-person's POV) Two months had passed since Shannon Miles' magazine shoot. The November issue of "Moon" magazine was released on the first day of November. This was Shannon's comeback magazine in the supernatural entertainment industry. Fans rushed to like the photos while rivals swarmed to find flaws. They couldn't find any fault with Amber's photography work. The photos showcased Shannon's ethereal beauty perfectly. The magazine's official account posted twelve photos. Each one maximized Shannon's charm and unique beauty that transcended typical werewolf model aesthetics.

"Working? You’re watching the Clarke Empire vanish into a goddamn black hole! The Human Supremacist prick—whoever is behind this—they’re coordinated. It’s a fucking slaughter out there." "Then leave." Madison reached for the zipper of her dress. She pulled it down, the silk sliding over her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood in nothing but black lace lingerie, the thin straps cutting into her pale skin. "You’re vibrating at a frequency that’s annoying my servers. Get out, JJ." "You... you’re losing it. You’re actually losing it." The door hissed shut behind him. Madison exhaled, a sharp, ragged sound. She stepped toward the private terminal, her bare feet silent on the cold stone.

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?”

In all my life i have only ever seen the woman get excited for two things 1) Isaac getting shirtless and posing for his office's sexy doctor in arms magazines that are usually printed monthly. The proceeds are usually given back to charity at the end of the day. The only problem with it is that Ang would get so excited about him having the photo shoot, would go there and ogle over him like a crazed fan and then get so jealous that she would spend all of her months earnings so that they would never get to see the light of day. There are literally everywhere in the house ...heck before I even moved in my room used to be storage closet for the magazines. Imagine my surprise when I saw a stack o