Madame Red Novels & Stories

“Anise isn't even that good-looking. Who would have known she was such a vixen? Looking at her, you would think she was some kind of ascetic but no, she sure knows how to throw herself at men! I wonder which man she’s involved with. Look at all these pictures they took! How scandalous!” “I never got the impression that she was an ascetic. Haven’t you noticed how she’s always trying to seduce Mr. Renault at work? She's always hanging around him and waiting for a chance to strike! Too bad for her, Mr. Renault only has eyes for Miss Reid and wouldn’t even spare an ounce of attention for a cheap woman like her!” “She’s a disgraceful fox who tried to use her body to climb the corporate ladder. Ho

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

Through the rear-view mirror, he saw a woman in a hat and sunglasses. Her face was hidden from view, but her beautiful curled hair and alluring red lips were enough to prove that she was a gorgeous woman, one who had fully grown into her charm and confidence. Her attire spoke of ancient royalty, and a slender cigarette hung from her hand, covered in a laced glove. Though the air was filled with the scent of smoke, it wasn't sharp or rancid. Kaldor was staring at her. "And you are…" "You may call me the Madam." A small smile curved the woman's lips. "We'd never have met, Mr. Bloodbane, but your continued delays of your mission triggered this encounter."

It was a lie—the signal was jammed this far out on the estate—but it was the only weapon I had. Daniel’s eyes went murderous. He saw the defiance in my gaze, the way I stood my ground even as my body trembled with exhaustion. He realized in that moment that the “Madwoman of Vermon,” was dead, and in her place stood the woman who was going to dismantle his empire.

“It makes you look small and less confident and God knows I don’t bring forth timid girls. My arms fell to my sides, my spine straightened and I raised my eyes to meet hers. I loved to look her in the eye, it was something she deeply abhorred and I picked on it. She let out an audible tsk “If only you knew who you’re being sold to, you’d lower your gaze and beg for me to keep you here.” “You’re offering to let me stay in exchange for all that money? Careful Madame C, we won’t want word getting out that you take girls for yourself.” Madame Charlotte was high profile, but I’ve paid enough attention to know she was working under someone. She was in this business because someone made it easy. “T

"Let's go, let's go to Royal No. 1 for breakfast, and send some to my Abbot, and some to Cindy. Oh, and arrange for someone to send it to Gabrielle and the others." Jeremy could tell she was in a good mood and asked with a smile, "Madam, you're in a good mood." "Just abused a mistress, so my mood is indeed good." Amanda leaned back elegantly, casually crossed her legs, and deleted the video from her phone, not wanting to dirty her eyes. Jeremy smiled and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Her smile was bright, her teeth were white, and her figure was as good as ever. Madam was quite cute after her amnesia.

He needed to be distracted, since pride was something I'd noticed he couldn't deal with properly. "Well I am the Almighty magic eyed Edwald Aggredenald." Magic eyed, of course. "But that's not what I heard." "What did you hear?" "I heard this place was owned by a madame." The moment I said that, I almost bursted out in laughter but held my breath and place my hands to cover the escaped chuckles from growing louder. He was s short light skinned man, with extremely long golden blonde hair, with lips as red as cherry. I just remembered the details I didn't noticed earlier on first sight, and saw reasons why they could mistake him for a woman. A madame.

“Walking around like she owns the place just because she spent the night with him.” The other scoffed. “As if she could compare to Madam Celeste. She’s elegance. This one’s just… cheap.” Madam Celeste? “What are you all doing, get off to work! Is this a place to chat!?” Marata, the oldest maid, scolded them, making them jump and flee away. When she turned to me, her face softened and gave me the kindest smile, “Don’t listen to them, Elina. They are just trouble makers.”

Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones. "You think this is too much?" I asked, turning sideways to check the back. "Babe, nothing is too much here," Keiko said. She was applying red lipstick, her hand steady as she read her cupid bow. "Besides, you look hot. Own it." The door swung open and Madam Fantasy walked in. She wasn't old. She was maybe in her mid-forties, but she carried herself like someone who'd seen everything twice. Tonight she wore a black suit, her hair pulled back tight, her expression carried everything that she was about. Business.