Madam Novels & Stories

"The Macy's Moote Harin Brain" "This girl should be brought here." He let go of Azfarin with a jerk. Azfarin staggered to the ground and did not understand what the man was saying. But he was now walking back and forth, and the three black men were shaking their heads and heading towards Azfarin. "Till Heradi Macy's Op" "Pick up this girl" He was speaking in his own language, his neck pointing towards the girl. All eyes were on the girl in the black shirt at the same time, and the steps of the tall man in them.

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

We enjoyed the dishes that were served one by one from the appetizer to the dessert while enjoying the spectacle that had been prepared. "Suma, Mommy go home first, I am tired. Mommy went straight to the great house," said Great Madam getting ready to go home. Anita and several people who were always ready, started to stand waiting for Great Madam. Mr.Kusuma and I also stood to accompany her. "Madam Adijaya!" a deep voice called out, stopping the Great Madame. "Mr. Prayoga!" replied the Great Madam. They immediately shook hands and as

In her place stood a woman who exuded power and confidence, her every move radiating an aura of quiet authority. A small gasp escaped the lips of a young receptionist, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god," she whispers to her colleague, "Is that… is that Madam Chairman?" Her colleague, a seasoned veteran of the Xiang Empire, nodded, his eyes fixed on the arriving heiress. "The one and only and the most beautiful," he replied, his voice hushed with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Madam Chairman Sarah Xiang, it's an honor see you."

The initial coldness along with the air of wealth slowly melts away as I softly mumble, “Home.” My moment of calm is cut short when the door opens up and a middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform steps into the doorway. She smiles and announces, “Madam has informed me of your anticipated arrival. Please follow me.” Madam. Who is she talking about? I step inside and follow the maid straight into the living room just off the main doorway. I politely wait for her to motion towards the couch before I sit down. As I step past her, she announces, “I’ll go tell Madam that you are here. Do you want an

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

He returned plainly again. "Why does it have to be such a big secret?" He inquired again. "Because of who Maam is related to." He stated simply. I chose this moment to gave him a look of disapproval. "Madam is her own person. She doesn't need to be defined by anyone else." Captain Haseeb added calmly and I applauded him mentally. Thank you very much sir. Three chears for you. "Yes, of course. But it's Madam's association with that person that makes her even more impressive." He added quickly but I wasn't impressed in the least.

Aria asked Meroy sweetly, her face full of fake affection. "Miss McAdams, we just went in to see Old Madam. She is very tired. I'm afraid she is not in the mood for guests. Plus, it is lunch break now. I would need to ask you to come back another time," Meroy was in a bad mood, she forced a smile and replied.