Madam Puddifoot Novels & Stories

She called and to her shock,Stella broke into tears "What the f**k?" Madison muttered "What happened?" She asked again and Stella began explaining to Ber "What?? Gregor's maid and Thaddeus??" Madison asked with wide eyes "She took the spotlight Madison,Gregor didn't even look at me for once....I'm so heartbroken" Stella said In tears "She's obviously a witch,how can a dirty poor maid like her be loved by everyone?!" Madison said angrily "I'm getting rid of her,she's going to regret ever showing up In Gregor's life" Stella threatened

Her eyes gleamed in the low light, fixed on the approaching servant with something between amusement and indifference. “M… Ma'am.” The servant stammered, keeping her head lowered and her eyes on the ground. It was a rule for them all, they were not allowed to look into the eyes of the madam. “You’ve done well, Carla.” The Madame purred, “I hear the stupid girl is bedridden, it won't take long before she dies, right?” “Of… Of course not. It was not hard to get her poisoned, she's awfully unfamiliar with her surroundings. Even if you had welcomed her, she wouldn't have been able to cope in the environment she would be in.” Carla responded, her voice shaky.

The nanny muttered in silence, "Does the madam care about these pastries? What the madam cares about is your preference for Victoria..." Madam Moore lamented, "I was just a pitiful creature living under someone else's roof. Say whatever you want." A dead pig doesn't fear being scalded by boiling water. The nanny became angry and said, "You." Thea raised her hand to stop the nanny and said, "Why bother arguing with her? She is just an unreasonable old lady." Madam Moore's face did not look good in anger. The driver drove over and Thea got into the car without looking back.

Everyone turns her gaze toward the entrance. Everyone's gaze follows the magnificent, beautiful voice of a woman, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The sound of a champagne glass being clinked echoed all over the place. Mrs.Copper glare at her Daughter-In-Law who causes this. A smile appears on beautiful lips. In silence, her black high heel boots make a sound when she starts walking her layered caramel open-wave hair bouncing in the air, The coffee brown ribbed bodycon midi dress perfectly defines her slim curved body. She had a very thin layer of makeup and light pink lipstick which gave her a glowy nature makeup look.

she ordered and immediately opened the door to Amanda's room. The fat woman's eyes widened, and her chin immediately dropped as soon as she saw the Black Prince's sharp nose, only an inch from Amanda's neck. "Oh my ... oh my ... I forgot to bring the soup," said Madam Croiz, who immediately turned around to push the food cart. "Y-you don't want to eat, sir?" Amanda asked before Madam Croiz closed the bedroom door. It seemed that the fat lady had deliberately lingered outside by dropping a plate of snacks.

She was so high and walking around. “Ahhh, I need to go to the Eiffel Tower. I must meet the one for me. Hek!” She said to herself. She was so red because of being so high. She reached the Eiffel Tower area. “Oh, what’s so beautiful about this?” She said while looking at it. “Where is my true love? Where is the one for me?” She walked around but then… “Hey, are you that popular actress, Maddie?” Someone approached her and the guy looked like a gangster. Maddie’s eyes squinted and she couldn’t see him properly.

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

She waved and wiggled her eyebrows at him, giggling and snorting. He frowned and his beautiful blue eyes she had once found entrancing narrowed to the glass in her hand. Smart ass, she wanted to say to him, but he was far away, and Cian was a few feet away. She stopped beside him and dropped her glass on the pub table with a loud thud that caught the attention of the duo, and that of the woman they were speaking to. “Miss King, you look stunning as always,” The jeweler, who liked the alias, Madame Francoise, better than her real name—whatever that was—said, and her purple-painted lips stretched into a serpentine smile.

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

Then he snuck another glance at the seductive woman. "Hey!" Angeline said unhappily when she realized who Darryl was looking at. "Are you even listening to me? Why do you keep staring at that old seductress?" Her face was filled with disdain. 'Seductress?' Darryl thought with shock. "Haven't you heard of the infamous Madame Pandora? There's no man she cannot seduce," Angeline said with pouting lips.