Madam Novels & Stories

"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?!

I may not be a real maid, but I don't tolerate people looking down on others based on their status. "Why not? Don't judge a book by its cover, madam. It hurts to be looked down on! And by the way, Who are you, anyway?" I asked. "His mother!" she replied confidently, with a smirk. I burst out laughing. I'm quite sarcastic, too. I couldn't believe it. Madam looks so young, like a teenager. I guess they're just blessed with baby faces. I thought she was Zac's cousin or sister! And Zac's dad is already old?

“Then don’t take me to rich houses with fat old men, señora. Give me something better.” “Oh, I will,” the madame hissed, her eyes narrowing. “You want better? Fine. There is one man. He pays more than all my clients combined. But no one lasts with him. Not one maid. They all quit screaming after a day. They say he is… cold. Inhuman.” Francesa snorted. “So what? I can handle cold. I can handle anything.” The madame gave her a sharp look in the rearview. “You and your mouth… One day it’ll ruin you.” Then her painted lips twisted into a smirk. “But maybe it’ll save you tonight.”

Catherine said while driving and they stopped at the window where the waiters take the customer’s order/s. “Good evening, ma’am may I take your order?” The lady said and Catherine looked at Lyra who seemed a bit hesitant. “What about you?” Lyra asked Catherine “We can’t stop driving so I’ll have my dinner later but don’t worry I’m not hungry as you.” Lyra was a bit surprise that Catherine knows how hungry she was but she thought that maybe Catherine knew because Catherine is a ballerina, too. “Well I’ll have two Garlic Pepper Beef.” Lyra was a bit embarrassed about it since Catherine might think of her as a glutton and that Catherine would hate her for that.

"Well, yeah. She our boss, you know. She takes care of us, protects us. To live and work here, we have to do what she says. All of us have to follow the rules. She's like our mother in this place." "And if you don't?" "Well…" said Bea and bit her lip. She glanced upward cautiously. She didn't know where the hidden cameras were located, she just knew they were there. She wouldn't dare say anything derogatory against the Madam to not incur her wrath. So she kissed him full in the mouth. They made love again. Madam Cross' Rise to Power Madam Cross eased from her chair and rubbed her eyelids. This wil

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

I gawk at it. "Uh ... what is this?" "Our family house in the top floor, office, kitchen, and utility room in the first floor." She said, amused with my reaction. We entered the porch with stone floor, and I sit on the one of the wrought iron benches that have pillow seats on top of them. A woman in white sundress walk out from the opened big wooden double door. She is clearly Moira's mother. My mate run to hug her. "Why didn't you call? Someone could get you from the bus stop." The woman scolded her.

The five women started to stand up and intended to flank Yusa in the middle and grabbed Yusa's hand and then they took Yusa to sit on the sofa. Yusa acted calmly trying not to be provoked by their sweet seduction and persuasion who started pouring wine and then asked Yusa to drink it, Jian could only watch and observe the situation. "Welcome to my cafe, Mr. Yusa," said Madame Moza, opening the door to the VIP room and then stepping in, accompanied by Jeremy. Madame Moza is a fifty-five year old woman who has a very fashionable and glamorous appearance. "I heard you are a rich beauty product marketing."