Madam Book Novels & Stories

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

She may not know much, but she’s the closest to Lea. “Just between you and me, Tara.” Eva leans forward while looking around. After securing that nobody’s listening, she whispers, “Alica said the madam is the master’s mistress. The real madam died in a plane crash three years ago.” W-What? I… died?

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.

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

And to think this all started because of that certain book. A book that changed her entire world and life forever. Madison lived with her parents, inside a large estate villa with a burgundy roof, amber walls, and a garden. Her father was a successful farmer, a tall and handsome Hispanic man, while her mother was a beautiful Irish woman. This mix of blood birthed her with long garnet locks and emerald orbs.

"Boss, I've already investigated, Madam was addicted to the library, most of the time she finds her own room to read quietly, and at that time her tutor trusted her very much, so there were some courses that she would finish early, and she wouldn't have to show up for normal classes, just take the exams at the end of the semester, but during that time she would show up at the library, and no one noticed that her stomach showed signs of pregnancy." Matthew rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Aren't there any other clues?" Nathan shook his head, he had investigated everything about Madam's time at the school and there was nothing out of the ordinary. Matthew put down the information in his h

Why do I even have to prepare him food when he has so many maid to do that for him. I decided to prepare some stew and grilled fish for him. But since Thiago was not yet around for the next hour, I decided to explore the mansion’s expansive library, a sanctuary filled with rare books and artifacts. I couldn’t believe that Thiago’s house actually owns this much books that normal libraries wouldn’t probably have. As I browsed the shelves, a quiet voice interrupted my thoughts. “Looking for something specific, Madame Bridgette?” I turned to see Magda, one of the maids, standing nearby. Her eyes were guarded, and there was a hint of something unspoken in her gaze. “Just taking a break,” I replie

Madam Jamaica sat in her study, the thick quiet of the room crushing against her chest. The room was a mirror of herself — old, formidable, and constructed for dominance. Bookshelves encircled the walls, overflowing with knowledge, power, and legacy. Before her, a dark mahogany desk was laden with papers — contracts, designs, and letters. The very fate of the Billion empire rested here, in her hands. The door creaked open silently. Charles entered, his normally calm self a touch more calculated than normal. His gaze was intent, resolute. Madam Jamaica didn't require an introduction to know why he was here.

The budding flowers were swaying back and forth as if dancing to the whistle of the calm wind, circulating their sweet scent all over the place. Two servants walked around the palace when they saw the man peacefully sitting on the big cushion in his armchair. "Is it him?" the younger one asked. The older maid nodded. "I read a lot about him in the books written by the scholars," she said. Her eyes could not hide the amazement of seeing a famous figure. "Very well, then. Be careful dealing with him. His insanity is slowly devouring him, day after day," the older maid warned her. "It is indeed miserable to become the mad king of Grellis," she exclaimed, still looking at the man who was laughin

' I smile bitterly at Toris one of a kind mentality and am about to open the next page when I hear the metal gong get struck. I put the book into the tear in my bed and cover it with the bed cover before heading to the dining hall. I find everyone standing and I join. On the podium is a dirty, malnutrition, lost-looking boy being held down by the Fratellos. "Hello, children. "Madre says as she climbs onto the podium. "As we all know, over 200 of my children have betrayed me by escaping and choosing that cruel world over my loving kindness! "She says. ~f*cker thinks she's kind!?