Mad Regular Show Novels & Stories

The Private Show Intro- Maddie is a stripper and she does about anything to make money! Maddie's P.O.V. The VIP customer clapped his hands and the music volume went up. “Dance.”He commands and i do just that after all this was a paid private show.

she tapped her desk to get her attention. "Hi, Maddy." Riele greeted. "Is he in a good mood or a bad mood?" she asked. Riele looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Kim. Is he in a bad or good mood?" "Has he ever been in a good mood?" Riele asked. "Well, how do I look?" she turned around so Riele can get a good look at her. Madison had a beautiful and sexy body so she told her she looked good. "Why are you asking? Are you going somewhere after the shoot?"

She asked cautiously. "Some douche bag started to harass her so I took care of the problem" he said in defense. She nodded slowly with her mouth still hanging open "uh huh...so why is Maddie on the floor?" She asked while putting her purse down. "I fell" I said as I scrambled up and fixed my hair. "Mags don't worry about it, nothing happened" "Well if you say so...nice to meet you Ryan, I'm Maggie, Maddie's roommate" she smiled politely at him.

Apparently, today made the cut. I plopped everything on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. “Okay, Depressing or chaos?” “Chaos,” Macey said instantly. “Put on something terrible so we can yell at it.” I smirked. That, I could do. I queued up this cheesy dating show with way too much glitter, fake eyelashes, and egos big enough to be their own cast members. For a while, it was perfect. Stupid. Loud. Comforting. Macey kept pausing the show to make dramatic gasps and roast the contestants. Liam’s quiet commentary from the corner had me howling. And me? I just let myself laugh. Really laugh. Like I hadn’t in what felt like forever.

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.

I felt like I was going to drop him at any moment. “Where to?” I asked. “The rug in the living room.” Moving carefully out of the bathroom, Aiden and I reached the living room. Then we slowly lowered Mr. Higgins' body down on the rug. Aiden covered the body properly with the rug. “Now, I'll—” The front doorbell rings, cutting him off. We shared a glance at each other. “Are you expecting someone?” I asked. Aiden shook his head. “My brother isn't supposed to be here until tomorrow.”

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.

Before the medication could take effect, her phone lit up with a transfer notification. [Matteo transferred $50,000.00 to you.] Immediately after came a brief message. [Gigi, be good. Stop taking those part-time jobs. I can afford to take care of you.] Seeing that name and remembering the decisive moment he handed over the gun, her stomach pain intensified again. She turned off her phone, curled up under the blanket, and listened to the rain outside the window as her consciousness gradually faded. She did not know how much time had passed when the bedroom door handle turned. She jolted awake.

Ben has been working extra hours so he can’t cook as much anymore and I’m tired of takeouts for dinner. With a hand under my belly, I meander to the living room. Maddie is on her feet, clapping and giggling at the television. There’s an old show playing. A family series I starred in one year after graduation. I clear my throat and my baby girl spins to face me. She grins and everything feels right. The nine hours of labour, the screams, the pain. They don’t matter.

Her mouth felt light when she said those words. Yes, Feli was an expert at that. She had been trained to spend her daddy's money. Jerrald again gaped in disbelief. "Crazy Maid!" Jerrald screeched sharply. "Oh my God, my heart. I'll die young if I keep serving this crazy girl!" "I'm not crazy! I'm just answering your question." "You—" "Mr. Mendez, did you forget to turn off the vacuum cleaner?"