Mada Mada Novels & Stories

The beautiful interiors struck Maddie as she looked around. “Who are you?” The chilling voice of Ada called out as she stared at Maddie, her tone sending shivers down Maddie’s spine. “You’re not Josepha so who are you, exactly?” Ada’s voice was firm, demanding an answer. “I...” Maddie swallowed hard as she started stuttering, her eyes widening in fear as she realised she had been discovered. “I… I’m Maddie. Nice to meet you.” She stammered trying to compose herself.

confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?” “Shit.” said the lady who was next to the woman that suddenly made me go from excitement to anger in just a few seconds. “But...” she licked her lips in a nervous gesture without taking her eyes off me “in the signed contract it said that we would work with a certain Matthew Adams, not with...”

André nodded in his serious voice. “Good. If you can break the Madonie prisoners before Crista’s heat subsides, fine. If you can’t break them, they will have to sweat it out till Chesed can be unleashed on them.” Papa instructed. “Let’s go to bed, cara mia,” Hearing his words to Crista, I hurried to my room, hoping maybe in the few hours of sleep I may get, I don’t get sucked into some nightmare.

"Mama, finish this.....now what's still left to purchase... I am very tired now...." Walking on the road, Minal addresses her mother. And she had asked her that question at least three times in a row and, as usual, her answer was the same. "My child, little things are still left to be purchase....then after that we will go home...." Looking at her daughter's tired face, she smiled. "Mama, you find just this day to come to market, it will be better if I go to the office today..... I don't get tired there that much doing work the way I am feeling now coming here with you......"

"Mom, you've finally come to look for me. I've missed you so much. Mom, can you take me away? Please?" "I miss you too, but I can't take you away yet. Maddie, you're still young. There's a long road ahead of you. Besides, you still have unfulfilled wishes, right? You've always been brave, overcoming any difficulties you face, right?" Madelyn extended her hand cautiously. She dared not to touch anything before her, fearing it might all be an illusion that would vanish upon contact. Her hand weakly rested on the ground, tears dropping like rain. She felt trapped in despair.

The scent of pine grows stronger, wrapping around me like a hug. Then I look up. And the words die in my throat. “Mate….”

"Haven't you heard of the rumors of your so-called husband" "As you said, they are just rumors" I stood my ground. "But you seem to forget darling. To every rumor, there is always one truth. Even if it is the slightest" "Why should I believe you?" "You don't need to," he smiled. "You just have to see it for yourself. Seeing is believing Hattie" He said and walked past me. The words he earlier said to me began to ring in my head."With time you will know why the mad prince is called the mad prince"

she whispered. Liam leaned closer, “Could you tell me what the first two wishes you made? You can keep the third one a secret.” “My first wish was for my mother to be healthy.” She smiled faintly, “The second wish…” She glanced at the box of presents on the table. There was a handmade mug decorated with sunflower patterns, all kinds of little gadgets she could use at work, a massager, and more… Suddenly, a small, inconspicuous-looking box made of wood set in the corner of the table caught her attention.

TARDINESS was one of the negative traits that don't exist in his vocabulary. Nevertheless, Ira Miguel had to break his rule because of the annoying traffic jam. He could've requested his driver to give them a ride because the latter had better knowledge of shortcuts, but he didn't have the heart to do so. Sukrru needed to prepare for his daughter's eighteenth birthday celebration tonight. So off they go.

“Or rather bark if necessary.” Tightening my fist hard against the ground, I barked. “Woof woof.” A slow smile spread across Aiden's face, “Good boy. Like I asked earlier, are you hungry?” “Woof.” “Before you have pizza, why don't you do something that makes me happy?” My eyes widened with horror. I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. “Oh, relax, Darrel,” Aiden chuckles, leaning back against the chair as his hands slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. “It's just a blow job.”