Madam Bones Novels & Stories

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

I knock on the door and she opens a few seconds latter crossing her arms in front of her chest. After I apologized for being late and I explain to her why I was late leaving out the information Penelope told me about her we ordered in and got comfortable on the couch to watch a movie. We're halfway through the movie when something comes up literally, the movie has a sine where the actors are fucking and I couldn't help but get turned on by it plus the way Sasha's legs look with that dress on and her legs over my lap I couldn't help myself.

I ask, practically whispering. Abigail glances over her shoulder, amused. “That’s Dr. Madison Petrosky. Mads.” Mads? No way. Was this the same woman who gave me my exam yesterday? Wild how a lab coat and scrubs can completely camouflage a body like that! She’s in yoga pants and a tank top—nothing flashy or overly tight. And yet… it might as well be sprayed-on body armor. The woman is insane. Not in a fake, filtered I*******m kind of way—no, Madison Petrosky is the real deal. Maybe 5’7”, lithe but curvy in all the right places. Flat stomach, perfectly sculpted hips, and natural-looking D cups that most women would kill for.

He reaches for his glass on the side table, drains the remaining bourbon in one aggressive gulp, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and sets the glass down with a heavy thud. "Alright, beat it," his voice returns to its cool, arrogant tone. "I’ve got business with my boy. Go get yourself something pretty.” The girl stands up, adjusting her tiny red mini-dress. She’s towering in heels that look impossibly high, easily five or six inches, which accentuate her long, slender legs. But as she turns to walk past Matt, the "Captivating American" cool he usually maintains shatters. There, where a smooth vagina should be, is a rock-hard, bloody-looking boner, clearly not held back by any unde

One time, when we passed by the building, Victoria told me that she would buy the penthouse for me. Our relationship was just like the abandoned building. It had a dazzling beginning but a pitiful end. Victoria opened the box. She grabbed a fistful of my ashes and tried to mold it into the shape of the bone carving. She had poured her heart and soul into creating that bone carving, turning my femur into the shape of a tree. Unfortunately, ashes weren't bones. They scattered into the air when a gust of wind blew past. Victoria's hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white dress and a pair of sneakers. Although there were faint wrinkles lining the corners of her eyes, she sti

Cassidy replied. Cassidy’s mother understood her daughter wanting popularity but what she couldn’t fathom was why she had to go to such lengths to be liked. As Cassidy stood in front of the mirror in her room, she carefully took off her blond wig and put it on the mannequin and wiped the makeup off her face so she could see her real self. The only real thing about Cassidy was her blue eyes and her love of being popular. The truth was that she had red wavy hair and freckles and at home it felt good to be herself. She would always wear pink and other bright pastel colours for school but at home she couldn’t wait to take them off and slip into her much more comfortable dark clothes. A black pai

Or the guard is just that loud when he comes in. I slowly sit upright and look through the bars to locate the female that just spoke to me. Sitting on a chair in the narrow hallway, is my gorgeous biker woman, Madison. She is dressed comfortably in black leggings, sneakers, and a black cotton t-shirt with a blue logo that I can’t quite make out what it is of. Her long dark hair is up in a bun and once again, zero makeup. It doesn’t matter though; she doesn’t need it. She is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon.

It was a place where morality went to die, and for Madison, it was the perfect hunting ground. She stepped through the heavy doors of the bar up west, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. She was a vision of lethal elegance, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders in loose, glossy waves that caught the strobe of the dim lights. Her red lipstick was applied with surgical precision—a bold, defiant crimson that made her teeth look startlingly white. Her clothes were deliberately alluring, an outfit made from sheer fabric that hugged her body provocatively and did not leave much to the imagination.

"I think we can start introductions while we wait for Professor McGonagall. Hello, Mr. Potter. My name is Amelia Bones, and I am the Director of the Department of Magic Law Enforcement. These are two of my Aurors, Master Auror Alastor Moody and Trainee Auror Nymphadora Tonks." Director Bones said, introducing herself and her Aurors, gesturing to each one when introduced. Moody gave the boy a grunt together with a nod, and Tonks gave him a wave with a smile, her hair quickly changing from pink, to red, back to pink when her name was said. Larry watched the woman's hair change color on its own with wide eyes. Director Bones noticed that and chuckled. "Noticed that, didn't you? Auror Tonks here

“I’m sorry Mr. Van Halen… she was not very cooperative.” He dropped her like hot coal. Good boy. “Leave.” Because if he didn’t, he was gonna be part of the goddamn floor. His bones would have decorated my marble, and I’d have slept like a baby after. He scurried out, tail tucked, and there she was…. Maddison Summers. My new headache, my temptation, my walking problem. Messy hair falling over her face, sloppy shirt sliding off her shoulder like she did it on purpose. And her nipples? Poking out like they had an agenda and zero shame about it. My throat went desert-dry, my chest heavy like a stone sat on it.