Madam Novels & Stories

Sally asked, hesitating. Her hairstyle marked her as a young lady, so it felt improper to address her as a married woman. Selena said nothing. However, the elegant woman gracefully approached with a smile on her lips. "Are you Lady Campbell?" Selena narrowed her eyes. "And you are?" The lady's smile deepened. "I'm merely a nobody of little consequence. Everyone calls me Madam Moone. But you are far too renowned, Lady Campbell. Who in the city does not know your name? The moment I saw your bearing, I knew it had to be you."

Edith ordered. "Alright, madam."

This planet. Madam is a woman who has a thing for gross fashion. She impressed people with her off-styles, heavy lipsticks, long lashes, and artificial nails. As I moved to serve, I began to wonder if it was my little drama with Madam Maggie or her off-styles that made Kira laugh with so much energy. Oh God, my Kira is angry with me. Not like I did anything wrong, I only told her the truth. Halfway to the counter, I heard my name.

The older woman asks, her voice hoarse. "H-huh?" Eleanor shutters, she stared at the woman's back in confusion as they walked. "No, I don't," she found herself replying to her. The older woman scoffed, angrily. "Indeed" she muttered but Eleanor heard her. They came to a sudden halt in front of a wooden door, the older woman correlated with the doorknob while she spoke to Eleanor again... "I am madam Madison, head of the servants here," she introduced. And then, they both went inside the room.

"But how could you ask your supervisor to publicly criticize me online? I've been swarmed with insults! You're so cruel!" "Zora, we're family. How could you do this to your sister?" Mom chimed in disapprovingly. Turning back to Laila, Mom patted her back gently and cooed, "Don't cry, sweetheart. You'll hurt yourself. I'll make your sister apologize to you!"

I have all the time in the world to deal with them slowly. "Si, Donna," Camilla replied respectfully.

A soft, grateful smile. “If you hadn’t stepped up,” he said gently, “everything would be too much for me. But… having a madam in the house brings comfort.” I blinked. “Madam?” He nodded proudly. “Yes. The madam. You.” Shawn and Carrie both gasped. “Madam?!” they whispered together. I stared at Matteo. “Why would you call me that?” He shrugged. “Because my Boss Leandro… doesn’t sleep with a lady twice. He does not call them again. Does not contact them. Ever.

Her eyes flicked to me, then away fast. “Joy, more hot water,” Lucas’s mother said. “And bring that honey I like.” “Yes, Luna—” Joy started, then bit the word off, eyes wide. Lucas’s mother paused. My heart stuttered. But she only smiled, that same calm, unreadable curve of lips. “Old habits,” she said lightly. “It is ‘Madam’ now, remember? My son wears the title.” Joy flushed pink. “Yes, Madam,” she whispered, and hurried to the sideboard.

It was the signal for the master library. "Señor Mateo is back," my mother whispered, her face turning pale. "He just came home very angry. He slammed his things down and demanded a hot pot of black coffee in the library right now. The other maids are locked in the storage room counting the food for tomorrow, and Doña Carmen is busy. You have to take it to him, Valeria. I need to watch the stoves or the bread will burn. Please, just keep your head down. Do not look at his face."

"Email that agency so they know where to send their findings and pay them enough to make sure they don't do a sloppy half hearted job" "Yes madam" "Have a maid come run me a warm bath" "Right away madam"