Mad Regular Show Novels & Stories

Driving in a porsche. Madison was on her way to her parents house. She hadn't seen them for what felt like forever and she couldn't wait to see them. Last time she saw them was her graduation. She had graduated with a honors degree in robotics from the University of Califonia institute of technology. Not that she was ever gonna use that degree anyways. She already had a job as a TV presenter and had hosted many extravagant shows and parties and had her own reality show and lots of fans at every corner not to mention all the brands and products that wants her to model for them. She was living her best life and she didn't need a degree for that.

He'd be sad that he was paralyzed in bed with a heart condition but now… “When do I leave here? I have a party to attend tonight tonight” Poppy intruded on my thoughts with her obnoxious tone. “Until I say so, you stay here with Daffy!” Edwin snapped and took my hands as we left the room. For some reason, even though my symptoms are still very strong, I feel better. Before we'd get out of the building Edwin excused himself to use the toilet and I had to wait for him at the park. “Ex.. Excuse me?” A middle-aged lady like me walked up to me with a big smile.

They spoke in such hushed voices, perhaps not wanting me to overhear. "I heard Jessie gave birth to the child, but the child's staying with her now. Ryan's mom was so furious after he got the divorce, and she passed away with regrets." "Aren't things going well for Madison? Her career is taking off. She owns a house, she's rich, and she's pretty. She can get any man she sets her sights on. She would never go back to that disgusting man for sure." "Yeah. His repentance means nothing." I turned off the tap and opened the bathroom door nonchalantly. The two girls immediately looked awkward.

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.

What is this place? René ~”Girl it is a strip Club.” Janice ~”Oh my god.” Drake ~”Do we really have to go in here?” Matthew ~”Yes, I don't want to see other men's cocks.” René ~”Fuck no, you going next door.” Matthew ~”Oh it is a girl’s one.” Drake ~”Thank god.” Janice ~”Dre you better fucking behave.” Drake ~”Yes baby.” Matthew ~”Kay, Jackson has sent eighteen messages.”

She sprang up and looked at Dora who has been watching the scenario. “They’re just too cute.” “I know right?” Adrianna glanced at the wall clock. “I’m running late! Kids, be a good girl and boy,” She kissed them all on their foreheads and waved at Dora and with that she left. ***** (MFR Companies.) “Sir, this is the new receptionist.” Miguel turned around and his landed on the eyes of the lady he can never forget. Adrianna narrowed her eyes and gasp, “Y-how,”

JADE Three weeks of living with Madison O’Connell felt like sharing an apartment with a ghost who had an attitude problem. She didn't slam doors. She didn't throw tantrums. She didn't leave her belongings scattered across the concrete floors or play loud music. Instead, she existed in my penthouse with a terrifying, serene grace that drove me completely insane. Every morning, she was up at six, sitting at the kitchen island in a sleek cashmere sweater, sipping Earl Grey tea and reading corporate financial reports or classic novels while I stumbled out of my room looking like I’d been hit by a truck.

Discarding the topic of Katherine, they continued talking business while Ramon's wife excused them too, and soon it was just the two of them, wine glass in hand, and whiling away time. ....... "Finally we would get to serve this pompous assholes." Madison muttered loudly, much to the amusement of her colleagues who marched the stairs down with her. "You are so funny, you know right?" One of them said, and rolling her eyes she replied comically, "Of course I am. I am a comedian, a drama queen, atleast it takes me away from the jumbled thoughts going on in my head." Finally she was to get on with her gig, Madison thought to herself as she walked down the stairs, wine tray in hand, filled with

She sighed. “What’d you do today?” “I had two interviews in the morning, then spent the day watching some of the movies from the list you gave me.” She responded. “How’d you like ‘em?” Ford inquired. Madison hummed. “Well, some were good. I didn’t like some of the comedies. I think it was just because my humor is a little different than most people. I’ll still watch the others, but I’m not expecting much to change.” “I’m just glad you’re tryin’.” He grinned.

"And I think with the woman he's with, it'll take him a while to come back home." I close the door and throw myself on the couch. "But then, how was it at dinner? You came back early." Gregory asks and sits beside me. "A nightmare." "I can't believe it. Really? What happened?" "Madelyn was there. And Joshua simply freaked out and left." "Who is this Madelyn?" Nathan asks. "She's a witch." Gregory answers. "A witch who's having a personality disorder. Because suddenly, she started treating me as if I were a stranger and we never went through the phase of not getting along." I explain.