Madam Bones Novels & Stories

Madam windy cuts in Cherry looks shock and worry,I sigh she has to control her facial expressions,you can get anything going through her mind "You don't want to? " madam windy asked,"noooo it ok" she said and left Madam windy,kept quiet for sometime,"why do you need a job?" She ask "I need money " I replied,she smiled " I like your answer Are you sure you need money ?"she asked again "Yes I can do anything for money" I replied,"I like your mindset she said quite brave I smiled,but there's a problem she said," "what is it ma'am?" "Looks,I need someone with looks so get in there And wash that makeup off your face," she said pointing to the restroom I think I stare at her ,"she truly..... dange

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

He didn't have the primal vigor to break a high-caste female like this. "Mother... Brooke... that low-blooded stray set me up! I am going to rip her throat out!" Madison’s voice broke into a jagged sob as she collapsed against the doorframe, her rage spilling out in a torrent of tears. Between gasps for air, Madison recounted the horror of the neutral zone, the swapped cups, and the rogue wolves who had claimed her in the dirt.

"Well, yeah. She our boss, you know. She takes care of us, protects us. To live and work here, we have to do what she says. All of us have to follow the rules. She's like our mother in this place." "And if you don't?" "Well…" said Bea and bit her lip. She glanced upward cautiously. She didn't know where the hidden cameras were located, she just knew they were there. She wouldn't dare say anything derogatory against the Madam to not incur her wrath. So she kissed him full in the mouth. They made love again. Madam Cross' Rise to Power Madam Cross eased from her chair and rubbed her eyelids. This will take a while. She stood up and stretched her muscles. She bent down to touch her toes then str

“You were her first job and you know it. That girl was as innocent as they come. Her name should be Dorothy and Toto should be her sidekick.” “Then why the fuck did you send her to me?” I say with exasperation and pull my hand across my head when Moon grunts at my language. “Oh, please,” Madison says to her husband. “I run your high-class hookers. I put up with their whiney asses complaining daily. ‘It’s my period, my ass is sore from the last time I did anal, he wants to put food in my vejayjay.’” “Stop,” Moon and I say at the same time.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

he explained. "What makes your body special then, Master?" asked Raider eagerly. "Pick one up and I'll tell you" said Master Bones with a slightly develish smile. Hearing these words, Raider's face became more solemn and his gaze returned to the left radius in front of him. He had a feeling this was his only shot, if this bone didn't move, none of them would. He slowly grabbed the bone in its middle and pulled towards himself.

, because on her arm was the injury scar from the pit bull attack and on her waist the scar of the tiger scratch… THE GIRL WITH FIRE BONES…

she lets out a small laugh, "I'm Grace, Head of Media and Public Relations." Grace extends her hand, her smile still perfectly in place. I reach for it. "Nice to meet you, Grace." But she drops it before our fingers meet. "Anyway," her eyes roam the small room, "try not to get sick, there was a little... mold issue here recently." Now her eyes are back on mine, and that same perfect smile returns, but this time, it doesn't reach her eyes. Oh, bitch— My finger trembles at the realization. Of course.

"Zero dollars." The voice cut through the room like a silver blade. The heavy iron doors at the back of the hall didn't just open; they buckled. Madison walked into the center aisle. No armor. Just a white silk shirt that looked like it cost more than the building and leather pants that caught the flickering torchlight. Her skin hummed. The air around her began to spin, picking up dust and old betting slips. "And your lives," Madison added. She didn't look at the bidders. She looked straight up at Victoria. "That’s my bid. Take it or I start counting bodies."