Madam Giselle Novels & Stories

Giselle was a mess. Sweat slicked her olive skin. Her dark hair stuck to her face. Her pussy was swollen, bright red, and leaking a constant stream of slick onto the sheets. Every denied orgasm made the curse pulse hotter inside her, feeding on her frustration and turning it into raw, aching need. “Please,” Giselle finally whimpered, voice cracking. “Lena, I need to come, please let me come…” Lena’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. The curse had her fully now.

I was just watching when my eyes caught the two other girls that’s with this Gonza girl. “Now they’re doomed.” “Stupid hoes don’t know who’s they’re messing with.” They said then looked at me and Venice as if they were criticizing us. My eyebrows raised as I also looked at Venice’s clothes. I was kinda surprised to see that Venice also did the same to me. We both giggled. “You got a nice sexy top there, Maddie.” Jasmine suddenly winked at me. Oho. “Well, my husband bought it for me, anyway. Your shoes looked like the limited edition that was released yesterday, Venice?”

But one thing was certain: I wouldn’t be resorting to bribery. Leaving the Duchess behind, I set off once again, determined to find Annalise. This time, I wouldn’t let her disappear. A giggle, light and tinkling like wind chimes, sliced through the air. I turned, expecting to see Annalise, but instead, found myself face-to-face with Isabella, the picture of elegance in a shimmering emerald gown. An unsettling premonition prickled my skin. This wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.

Rentage was the only thing I could think of, and the man did not refute me. “Indeed.” The car started, and we arrived at the Pierre family mansion. I walked into the hall with Damien, my eyes immediately locking onto the woman who looked my age, clad in my design. I had never felt this proud in my life. Just then, Mrs Pierre got on the stage, smiling as she held the mic. “Thank you all for coming. Today is my daughter's 24th birthday, and I appreciate everyone for coming. But most especially, I appreciate Miss Aria Jenn for making my daughter's dress so beautiful.” She said, and the whole room plunged into silence before erupting in an applause.

Giselle let the tag necklace fall and stamped it under her foot. She was far from done, though. Flipping the lid open, Giselle scattered the ashes into a puddled area. “No!” Pulling a grimace, I raced to the wet patch. Oh, no… The ashes were impossible to retrieve. I watched helplessly as the ashes dissolved into the water. The pain was so overwhelming that I retched violently. Giselle was pleased to see me in agony. She drew close and said to me in disdain, “Don’t bother. Those aren’t really your mother’s ashes.

Taking advantage of the chaos, she tried to flee but was stopped by Camilla. "Mrs. Giordano, where do you think you're going?" Camilla asked with a mocking smile. "You killed Ms. Prodi, abused our Donna and Mr. Giordano, and now you think you can just run away? Well, it's far too late for that." Elena's face turned ghostly pale. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees. "Isabella, I was wrong! I shouldn't have driven Caterina to her death or abused you and Ettore! Please spare me. I won't do it again."

Clarice Reid had sent her a location along with a short text, [Come. There was no mistaking it. It was the address of Arthur Renault’s villa. Twenty minutes later, Anise stood in front of the villa. She pushed the ajar front door open and stepped inside to see Clarice in the center of the living room, holding a piece of bracelet. Anise felt her heart skip a beat. She was sure she had taken all of her belongings with her when she moved out of this villa. How did she miss that? Before she could even respond, Clarice slapped her across the face.

Dominic replied curtly. We grumbled throughout eating sweet snacks at this cafe, Rama was more silent after answering a few times, he might be more mature in responding to all of Dominic's inviting remarks, like the word... Dominic is a gossiping emak lambe and I'm one of his followers, provoked by him who likes to talk about other people plus gossip circulating about the character we are discussing. My food was finished, then the the woman came, with many shopping bags in her hands and immediately sat next to Rama. The Catherine they were talking about.