Novel & Cerita Madam Shyarly

How can she be this composed and confident at a time like this? “You have the nerve to stand there and say that after what you’ve done?” Shirley takes long, quick strides over to Maddy and stands very close to her. Maddy doesn’t budge. She keeps a blank look and maintains eye contact with Shirley who is staring daggers at her. “For how long has this been going on? For how long have you been fucking my boyfriend behind my back?” Shirley screams in Maddy's face, but she doesn’t budge. The only thing she does is raises one brow and asks:

"Sorry Sherry. Only good girls get this stuff. You have to prove yourself first.” I watched as a look of pain entered her eyes, and I got easily annoyed. These whores were the same. Always getting hurt for stupid reasons. The whore turned her eyes up to mine, batting her fake lashes. “I’m Sharon, not Sherry.” I hissed, getting annoyed. “Well Shay, I’m already bored with you, leave my mansion now.”

"These are Shirely and Malia, my friends." "It's nice to meet all of you." Veena acknowledged their presence. "Corinne, are you sure this is her?" Sherley asked, doubting Veena. "Sherley, our Corinne would never lie." Malia rolled her eyes. "Hello girls. Please call me Madam Trancy and I'll be guiding you to the changing rooms." Madam Trancy interrupted them. "I'll be keeping my eyes on you." Sherley glared at Veena. Veena was confused of why Sherley didn't like her.

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

Sharon's face darkened, her eyes burning with anger, she rushed forward, shoving Sylvia so hard that she fell backwards. "Who are you, why are you here with my husband?" Sharon shouted. “Sharon, you stop! Whatever you do, this isn't your home." Liam looked annoyed at Sharon's aggressive appearance, shouting loudly. Sylvia did not understand what happened, she guessed this was the rich lady that Liam was about to marry. Turns out her name is Sharon. “Liam, are you still scolding me, defending her? Are you secretly raising your mistress here? That's why you didn't let me come find you?"

“The shopkeeper said that Mrs.Madden was there to ask if they saw a girl with a necklace.” “As expected.” Sydney pursed her lips. Mrs. Madden did not find Clarice Madden and was here to try her luck. “President Raines, are you playing a riddle with me?” Sharon was dying of curiosity. Sydney laughed. “It’s nothing. Mrs. Madden is looking for her eldest daughter.” “Eldest daughter?” Sharon was stunned. “She has another daughter?” “Yes. Her eldest daughter is Clarice Madden, and Lyra is the younger one,” Sydney said.

The seven kidnappers were all dumbfounded. He was dumbstruck. "How much money do you need? I'll give it to you now. I have to host an important meeting, so I don't have time to waste here," Sharly said coldly. She grew up with a golden key in her mouth and was a royal princess of Europe. When had he ever encountered such a situation? "I don't want the money. I want you." The robber chuckled. He stretched out one hand and touched Sharly's incomparably smooth and tender hand.

She needed to be believable for what she had to say. “Uh… hi… Maddy,” she started, waving her hand timidly as she approached the table they sat around. The moment Madison sighted her, her face and those of her friends contorted with indignation. “What do you want!?” Madison exclaimed with a frown, feeling a tad bit intimidated by her presence. But this feeling was not just because of their past chaotic encounter, Sheila was a very pretty woman too. And she'd use that asset whenever she needed to and she always happens to get what she wants. Too bad it could never work on Nicholas.

She had inhabited the Gillian shanty for less than two moon cycles, and her mental fortitude was already on the verge of a total collapse. “Madison, what purpose drives your shadow back to our threshold demanding coin on every shift? Every single cycle, your tongue declares it represents the final request. What do your senses calculate our house to be? Your personal pack vault?” Thoroughly livid, Evelyn shattered a porcelain tea vessel against the stone flags at Madison’s feet, her growl roaring through the hall, “Clear your shadow from this den! Our hands will not surrender a solitary copper piece to your name!”

Shyra commented after she finished her story. She grimaced. "That's my problem, Shy. I don't know anything about that seduction thing.” Shyra slammed her hand onto the table. "Oh yeah, you're Maria Clara, huh? Hmmm, first we need to change your clothes. You look like you have ten children with that outfit. Then we'll go to the parlor. Don't worry, Shyra is here to cheer you up... so let's go, friend," she said, sounding crazy, and then pulled her.