Mad Magazine Novels & Stories

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One person. 'Madie!'

Donning the nose mask over my face, I strolled behind Aiden as he clicked the bathroom door open and walked in. A strong, pungent, irritating smell of formaldehyde fills my nostrils. “Fuck,” I cursed softly under my breath. Despite wearing the nose mask, I could perceive the stench so strongly. It made me wonder how Aiden was coping at all without the nose mask. The smell became the least of my worries when I spotted Mr. Higgins, my previous neighbor's dead body, afloat in the bathtub. His body was leaned back against the tub, head raised high as if looking at something, but the irony of it all was that both his eyes were plucked out.

This planet. Madam is a woman who has a thing for gross fashion. She impressed people with her off-styles, heavy lipsticks, long lashes, and artificial nails. As I moved to serve, I began to wonder if it was my little drama with Madam Maggie or her off-styles that made Kira laugh with so much energy. Oh God, my Kira is angry with me. Not like I did anything wrong, I only told her the truth. Halfway to the counter, I heard my name.

In a week's time, the V&M magazine released it's July special, the Miss July magazine with the theme the independent woman. In the morning of it's release, the entire city was in a frenzy, almost everyone who knew about Cynthia's fame wanted a copy to see the celebraty who rose to fame in a whirlwind and had no scandal to talk about. At nine am on the last Monday of July, the V&M magazine was released to the public and only those who had made earlier pre-orders were smiling in the morning.

she pouted. "Okay Maddie," he said to her, placing her back on the floor. She curled her lips to her side. "What? You see off? Don't you miss me?" She batted her lashes, showing off her pearly white teeth. Tristan was grateful that he already had enough information about Tristan Stone or he might have lost it. He scrutinized Madison from head to toe. She was just as he saw while in his deep slumber. Madison Brown, an olive skinned lady who stood at the height of five feet eight. Her father is the owner of Paradise hotel and she's the only daughter. She got everything she wanted and she's very proud and rude. Her hobbies are shopping, partying and eating.

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.

Meanwhile, at Ventrocloud High School, Madelyn still couldn't figure out why so many people were giving her curious looks until the school day was nearly over. It was when Mya snatched a magazine from the nearby store that Madelyn spotted a photo of herself and Ethan on the cover, casually walking in Marisburg. She wondered, 'Why would someone snap a picture of us and put it on a magazine cover for everyone to see?' Now, most of the girls at Ventrocloud High School had a copy of that magazine. They seemed to be eyeing Madelyn with jealousy.

Their love of books was one of, or probably the only thing that binded the two girls together, perhaps other than the fact that they both had lost their mothers shortly after birth, and although Maddie preferred modern day fantasy books—her favorite being the Harry Potter series—to Olive's medieval books, nobody could deny that they were both avid readers. Compared to Olive, Maddie lacked what other teenage girls her age admired in super models . Olive was very tall and curvy, with white-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, deep dimples and a pointed nose that she knew just when to wrinkle to get people to do her bidding. On the other hand, Maddie was short, too short for her fifteen years, and wa

- hi mom how was it in the store today, - hi my beautiful was a run, run all this today because of the advertising magazines that were available today all wanted to buy the clothes, and without mentioning that the phone rang all afternoon without asking that magazines all over the world want you as a model cover, - it is really good, a magazine called here I want to talk about it and said that tomorrow it will come to Cuiabá to talk to us personally, - which magazine;