Madam Novels & Stories

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.

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

Lady Blessing greeted Miranda, but Miranda replied, "Ma, I thought we agreed to put aside the Madam calling. Just call me Miranda." "No, my dear. It's good I maintain calling you Madam, so that the other staff would respect you too," Lady Blessing said earnestly, and Miranda smiled, "That's fine. I'm only calling to let you know that I won't be in the mall today. So you are in charge of today's activities."

Madam used a long, polished fingernail to lift Lisa’s chin so that they made eye contact, and the other woman smiled. “I am Madam Charlotte,” she said, not taking her finger away from Lisa’s chin, but instead using it to turn her face to and fro as she examined her. She ran the nail down Lisa’s throat until it rested on the hollow between her collarbones and then lifted it away. “Turn for me, dear,” she said, and Lisa obeyed, making a slow revolution. “You’ve finished the paperwork?” “Yes Madam,” Lisa said. “Then let’s sit, shall we,” Madam Charlotte said, indicatin

I think that was the couple's plan to have a child right away. I shook my head. I was not ready for what might happen. I might die from that. I'm sure I don't have a fight by chance. "Have you seen madam yet?" she whispered again. I turned my head to her, "Who's Madam?" "Alessandra's mother! " She nods her head to the aged woman inside. She stands in side-view, with her flashy fancy dress. Like some visitors, her body is almost covered with pure gold. Starts with her very sophisticated earrings and necklace. Also, don't give up on carrying this famous branded bag.

I haven't even earned my first salary yet! Something snaps in Madam Joy, she stands up from her place in rage, her long plain black dress comes into view, it's a full sleeved dress that covers every inch of her slender body. "Enough with the disrespect girl! Don't make me teach you manners my way" her voice booms within her office. I'm baffled by her outburst. "Stop being ungrateful, you should thank the heavens that Capo even spared a thought on you" her words irk me.

Attractive people dressed in uniform work diligently. Soon, an older woman in a long, flowing, red dress says, "Hello, young ladies. I'm the Head Mistress of this home, Madame Knight, but everyone calls me Mama." Mama is wonderful. She leads us to a lovely suite. Surprisingly, the room is modern but has ritualistic aspects. Once Mama leaves, Maureen checks the drawers and says, "No Bible?" Suddenly, she drops to the floor and looks underneath the bed. I laugh, "What are you doing?"

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Miss." Simon looked at the shop assistant and corrected her. "It's Mrs. Qin." "Uh?" The clerk was stunned and her smile became even wider. She quickly corrected her. "Yes, thank you, Madam." "Hey." Gladyce raised her hand and gently tapped Simon. "What are you doing?" "Miss, you're still a madam. Does this person have to be entangled in such details?" "Sir, Madam... This is the receipt. Please sign it, Sir."

“No mum, Kelvin is at the office. He's having a meeting today.” Madison's lips curled into a smile. At this point, the men were already aware of her presence. She maintained the smile and began walking to the door with her son right behind her. Just when they were a few steps away from the door, the men blocked their paths. Their expressions remained stoic and blank. “You can't go in ma'am—” “How dare you open that filthy mouth of yours?! Do you know who I am?!” Madison burst out in rage. “You're Mrs Madison Sinclair, I know. But that won't make any difference. Go shop at another boutique. The young madam is using this one at the moment.”

But before I could say a word, Emmanuel’s voice cut through the tension. “Good morning, Madam,” he said, his tone even but formal. I froze, my brows furrowing in confusion. Madam? What was he talking about? Then Eva chimed in, her voice soft yet hesitant. “Good morning, Madam.” I blinked, my thoughts scrambling to process what they’d just said. My lips moved, but no sound came out. Did they just say Madam?!