Madam Novels & Stories

“Fuck the tip off. That girl’s Madam is one of our ministers’ mistress. She needs to go back to the Madam.” ****

I needed to dress to impress, knowing that Ziah would be arriving soon. On my way downstairs, Madame, the establishment's owner, whose makeup was so badly done that she looked like a circus clown, stopped me. Madame knew nothing other than money, and even though she was exploiting us, there was no one to confront her about it. "You know, you're really losing lots of clients by prioritizing the alpha son exclusively. We can't afford to have favorites in this line of work." I gave her a curt nod and stared at her massive rock. Madame was in her mid-50s, but she kept using several age-defying creams

As soon as their arrival was reported, the old madam and old master came down to address the family. "Welcome to this month's family event." The old madam spoke first with a motherly smile on her face. Luuk's gaze scanned the old madam. She looked younger than he thought, nothing like a 100 year old woman. Instead of looking frail and sickly, she had a friendly air around her, donning a bright colorful skirt and white top with a fancy scarf gracing her wrinkled neck. She had a pale skin which complement her pink lipstick, her fashion style showed she was obviously an outsider in her prime.

Getting nervous because I know Clark's mom already knew that I was a prostitute. What kind of face am I going to show to her? I know she wasn't far off thinking I was a gold digger and I took his son away from him. Hence, there is a possibility that I will be going to face her anger this time. "What's your name, ma'am?" the maid asked another question. "Angela..." I uttered breathlessly. After I answered her, she smiled at me a little. "All right, ma'am. Just wait a minute. I'll tell madam that you are here," she said before closing the gate in front of me. She went back inside the mansion again. Maybe the maid will ask Mrs. Clarkson if she knows me.

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

Are you coming to class today? Madison stared at the screen for a few seconds, fingers hesitating. Then, slowly, she typed a reply. Madison: Will my mother-in-law also come? It took a minute before Madam Clara responded. Madam Clara: I don’t know. She didn’t say she wouldn’t come. Is everything alright? Madison’s fingers hovered above the screen again before she forced a smile and typed, Madison: Yeah, everything is fine. Thank you. I’ll see you soon.

While on most days, I spend my whole day in the kitchen, cooking for pleasure. My door slowly creaks open to reveal the inviting face of madam P, she flashes her whitened teeth as I reach in for the table, showing her an already written welcoming note. Good day ma'am, welcome. Madam P is my favorite customer, wife of the mayor, who is in her early fifties. One of my most classic elite customers, who understands me well. A lively lady with dark blond hair and a well defined physique. "I know Ava, how are you?"

"I can never do that! I don't think it's gonna work out. Just then, their madam walk in as everybody stood up. "I'm sure within a month, week, days, hours, minute and second both old and new slut are it's good now at the business? Their madam Utter as everybody murmur a yes reply to her. "Good to hear that! What of you... Kara?" Her madam ask pointing at her as everybody eyes rotate at her. "Yes! I think I've learnt the basic step of the business. She utter beaming a smile. " Are you really certain about that?

"How should I address the two of you?" Unlike Anna who was so cunning, Grace was asking casually. "My surname is Waller," The Old Madam said, "This is my daughter-in-law, her surname is Graves." Grace did not think about Wolf Family at all. Smiling, she called the Old Madam as "Auntie Waller". When the Old Madam heard it, she was elated; she had not heard people call her that in a very long time. Those who knew her, even if they were around the same age as Kylin, would all have to call her as Old Madam Wolf.

Jamie looked to be in her 40s, and Liora was uncertain of her age. Thus, it seemed right to address Jamie as Madam. Jamie was stunned. She then pointed at herself and asked, "Were you talking to me?" Liora tilted her head. "You're alone here with Mommy. Of course, I won't call Mommy a madam." Jamie's thinking was slow. After she regained her wits, she smiled. "Well, you did well. I like it."