Madame Bovary Novels & Stories

I'm just a revenge bomb that could explode anytime he wanted to against the Mendozas. When I entered the place, I saw many people having different agendas. Some are having drinks in the bar counter, others are dancing on the dance floor, and some are just on their tables drinking and having a good time with their friends. I couldn't get the complete view of the place because it's dark and the lights are irritating my eyes. While walking, I received a message from Janice. Then, I saw them waving at me on the table near the bar counter. I walked towards them and sat beside Robert. "So, how's Madam Vienna doing?" Robert asked while holding a drink.

However, in an instant, her senses were overwhelmed by a familiar scent. Her nostrils were filled with a familiar and captivating scent of smoke. Amidst the air, a strong and intoxicating aroma, with a subtle hint of cherry, wafted towards her. Her voice barely above a whisper, she murmured to herself, a sudden realization dawning upon her. “T-That smell…” Swiftly turning around, her eyes fell upon Lazare, who stood there with his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, a cigarette perched between his lips. Just as she was about to speak, he abruptly seized her, pulling her forcefully towards him. His index finger grazed her cheek, tracing the delicate pattern of her freckles.

The table filled with a spread of dishes: American-style grilled ribs, Italian spicy sausage pasta, seafood risotto, pan-fried chicken with rosemary, Mexican chili beef, and garlic-sautéed vegetables. The aroma filled the room. Adelaide was indeed hungry. She picked up her knife and fork and first replied to his question, "When I left the pack, Valentine mentioned that Madison's mate has had many breeders over the years, most of whom died after giving birth. I figure one breeder's death could be an accident, but so many? That's bound to make one suspicious." With that, she took her plate and scooped up the pasta from under the beef bourguignon—it was soaked in spicy sauce and particularly fl

Madame was dead and this red room was the deep of her dark cave. Glancing into her cup, Lucky saw her final sip. Felt the sudden breeze. A wind that was like the gentle sigh of something lonely and longing. A sigh that ruffled the cobwebs from Madame’s hair. That brought with it the scent of putrid dust and fetid flesh. That peeled flakes of dried skin from Madame that lifted and ducked and dove and swam through the air. That danced near the window and darted away from the rain and spiraled and swooped to land in Lucky’s Lipton.

Well some would call it a flat but not me, from the rows of designer dresses to the tweed jackets and suit, to the beautiful dinner dresses down to designer suits and casual wears, all stacked up in the wardrobe to my right, then the endless shoe rack with all types of heals and snickers, plus more rack holding up my bags that don’t seem to end, bags in ever color and style and every luxurious fabric, over to my jewelries encased in a shoe glass on a wardrobe island as I’d like to call it. I went over and picked my outfit for the day, ready to look and act the part of next-in-line CEO, I got dressed and picked up my phone to text my soon-to-be fiance before I’d get a lecture from my mom but

"Mrs. Howl, your eyes are all puffy from crying. You look awful. A lot of she-wolves in the pack have a crush on Mr. Howl. You should take better care of yourself." I studied the young she-wolf in front of me. She was beautiful—there was no denying that. But so was I, once. If Lucas could betray me for her beauty, he could just as easily betray her for someone else. I asked, "And you? Do you love Lucas? If you do, he's all yours." She only smiled, saying nothing. Then, I left to meet Ms. Murphy. Ms. Murphy frowned the moment she saw me. "My dear, why do you look so exhausted? Let me guess—Lucas doesn't spend a single dime on you, does he?"

I see the defeated look in Kale’s eyes as he tries so hard to not want her, I see the reverent look in Leon’s eyes, haunted and lost, like he would never find his way again without her, and I focus on the steady thrumming of my heart against my chest as it draws to her. A sigh escapes my lips, and her pale long lashes flutter against her rosy flushed skin as she tries to look at me. But she’s so spent her eyes shut. “Thank you,” she whispers. “sirs.” Holy shit. My cock stirs again. Madame X is known to never sleep with the same client twice. But when I look at Leon, I know he’s thinking the same thing. That there is no way in hell that this is the last time we get to fuck her.

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.

I shoved all the snack wrappers and trash into the bag and crossed the rock over to Madelaine. “What? Why? I was hoping we’d stay till it’s dark,” she whined. “The sun is setting anyway,” I said, holding out my hand to her. “C’mon...” “Maddy, there’s a boat approaching and I cannot tell if it’s a hundred percent safe, so we have to leave now!” I explained. She took my hand and got up, and then I carried her and crossed back to the slope and walked back up with Winter. “Can Winter eat humans? Or like raw meat?” Madelaine asked, leaning into me.

The mugs printed with their cartoon faces had also disappeared. The ingredients he loved were still in the refrigerator, but because the power was cut, some vegetables had already begun to wilt and turn yellow. All the signs indicated she had left, not briefly but completely, erasing every trace of her existence. Matteo stood in the center of the living room, so angry he laughed. She really had some nerve! To force his hand and protest his marriage to Lucia, she had actually learned to run away from home. He pulled out his phone and skillfully dialed that number.