Madame Bovary Novels & Stories

Everyone whispered in the corridors nervously every time their boss arrived. They began to tremble with fear. Demetrio Laureti had become a cold and distant man, with no time for women, no time to fall in love. And that was because only one woman managed to touch the Italian's every fiber, Evangelina Anderson, his former secretary from four years ago; a sweet, intelligent, beautiful and capable woman. The best of them all, he used to tell her. The perfect woman.

Just a fact offered at a dinner table the way facts are offered when you are somewhere safe enough to offer them. Margaret looked at him. Something passed across her face. Soft and quick. "He did," she said. "Badly at first. Then quite well." "Roast chicken," Beckett said. "Among other things." She looked at me. "Did he tell you about the beef bourguignon." "The hate crime against French cuisine," I said. Margaret laughed. It was a real laugh. Not the practiced social kind. The kind that comes out before you decide to let it.

the teacher asked doubtfully when she saw Anika only staring at her in a daze. Anika clenched her hand and was at a loss. Suddenly they heard a loud voice. "Where is the paper to fill out?" A Madame with a fur coat asked haughtily, arriving at the scene. "Ah, Madame, please wait, I'll grab some after I finish here," Teacher Daisy hurriedly answered politely. The Madame looked at Anika with raised brows. She surveyed her from head to foot. Tch. A young rich wife. Whose second-generation wife is this?

"Dear Miss Vienna, I already had a very long journey with you and the rest of the employees at Vienna Cosmetics. I enjoyed all the moments we had together. You have treated me not just as a regular secretary of your company, but like a sister. I am very grateful for working with you. Now, I have to face the hardest decision I have ever made in my life. I would like to inform you of my resignation. I'm sorry for this sudden move, but I would rather leave the company like this than fake my loyalty to you. I have committed a very big mistake that caused the company to be at stake. Now, allow me to leave in order to receive my disciplinary action which I truly deserve. I apologize for being weak

Adjusting the edge of her shirt, she straightened it out while making her way towards the door. With a furrowed brow, she swung the door open to the relentless knocking that seemed to demand entry. However, her expression transformed from annoyance to a radiant smile upon encountering three men in sharp formal attire, each sporting a distinctive red badge on their right breast pocket. They’re Lazare’s men. Curiosity laced her words as she inquired innocently, “What seems to be the matter?” One of the bodyguards, hands clasped behind his back, responded, “Mr. Lazare has requested your presence for an urgent meeting today.”

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

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

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.

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.