Mad Season Above Novels & Stories

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

We were ready to close, walking as many people out as we could and wiping down any surface. "I like it when you get your tits out," Maddie said. I pulled my eyebrows together unsure of what she means by that. "We get more tips when you do," She said, and I laughed. "I don't have a lot to get out," I noted. "You have more than me," she stated back. She was right of course. Besides a slight little bump, her chest would be considered flat. "Can I ask you something," I said to Maddie. "Sure," she said and waited.

The final adversary awaited—not a single figure, but an embodiment of every threat we had faced, distilled into one relentless, omnipresent force. Madison moved first, her steps light but deliberate along the rooftop ridge, eyes scanning for anomalies invisible to any ordinary observer. “This is it,” she said, her voice steady but carrying the weight of everything we had endured. “Everything we’ve learned, every adaptation, every lesson—it all comes together now. One last test. One final reckoning.”

Monica was well aware that she wouldn't get a word out of her, even if she beat her to a pulp, so she stormed off. As soon as he walked in, Chance was met with this scene, and he frowned, wondering if this was how his mother had always treated Madison. Looking at her thin frame sitting in front of the piano so despondently, he couldn't help but feel bad for her. Madison rose from her seat and went upstairs. After a refreshing shower, Chance emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe. He boasted the superior genes of the Lowe family; he was over six feet tall with a trim, athletic build and strikingly handsome features.

Ezrah was trying to catch his breath as he spoke. The urgency in his voice conveyed to Madison that something was wrong somewhere. She did not know what it was but first had to fulfill his request, hoping that all was well with Zora. “It’s upstairs. I will get it.” Madison ran back upstairs, and Sebastian hastened down. “Ezrah, you look stressed. What is going on? Did you fight with your woman?” Ezrah did not have the time to explain as he was tired from the sprint, panting. “Water.”

Emma, Diana's daughter screamed. “What's going on here?” I asked with a smile. “Mommy, I'm a celebrity. Look!” Madison shrieked rushing into the living room. I followed her into the living room to see what they were so happy about and Madison was on TV. “Now six year old Madison Adler, daughter of the young and rising designer Cassandra Adler has recently received a little over eighteen million likes, over an old photo her mother recently shared on her I*******m page.” “Oh these people can be so nosy” Lola stated.

I told her and I knew by the look on her face she knew I was telling her the truth, but I just hoped that she would believe what I was about to tell her. “Please come in and tell me what I can do to help you.” High Priestess Emma said as she turned off the stove top and I followed her to the dining room table to sit. Once we were seated, High Priestess Emma says, “What is it that I can help you with?” “I don’t know if you are aware of what is going on at Red Moon.” I start out by saying and Beta Ethan says, “They are dealing with some major dark shit up there with a Moon Witch, at least that is what Alpha Conner tells me.

I wore my Cheshire cat grin, "I'm sorry dear, but he's too tired to see you today. We just had our hot brunch mating. So, don't disturb his inner peace." Her face has turned red, and as she sprints towards the stairs, I have the impression that a volcano is going to erupt. What made me confused is how come she didn't take the elevator. She is worn out using that stairs if she wants to see Marcus in his room, on the fourth floor. What a moron. She sincerely believes that absurdity. I couldn't stop smiling as I watched her take long strides to the next floor. She's insane and obsessed with Marcus.

Moon said casually. “You and Animikii are made for each other. Where is this fool we’re supposed to be meeting here? They’re late!” Misha slid off the stool and up to the bar. If she was going to be forced to wait here, at least she could have a drink while she was waiting. “Hey gorgeous, what are you drinking?” a guy standing next to her asked. Misha moved only her eyes to look at who addressed her. “You’re late, you should be buying me dinner.” She said, turning to him.

"Come with me and that's final. Go, change. I'll wait for you here," ___ And that's what happened. I smile at my reflection and glance at Jazeera who's sitting on top of my bed. She's wearing a red off-shoulder dress and her long black silky hair is in a high messy bun, letting a little bit of her hair hang on both sides of her face that emphasizes her feature more. She looks like a Goddess. "You've been staring at me for hours. Do you know that?" She suddenly speaks which causes me to blink my eyes and look back at my reflection.