Madame Red Novels & Stories

Behind the tinted windows, I watch people living ordinary lives, blissfully unaware of the wars being waged in shadows around them. The salon occupies the top floor of a historic building. Crystal chandeliers hang from high ceilings; mirrored walls catch every movement. As I enter, conversation hushes. Curious eyes track me, their gazes a mix of envy and calculation. Madame Rousseau greets me herself — tall, silver hair in a perfect twist, eyes sharp with judgment. “Welcome, Miss Tang. Mr. Maddock has told me so much about you.” She guides me into a private fitting room where rows of gowns wait. Before I can take them in, the door opens.

It was a place where morality went to die, and for Madison, it was the perfect hunting ground. She stepped through the heavy doors of the bar up west, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. She was a vision of lethal elegance, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders in loose, glossy waves that caught the strobe of the dim lights. Her red lipstick was applied with surgical precision—a bold, defiant crimson that made her teeth look startlingly white. Her clothes were deliberately alluring, an outfit made from sheer fabric that hugged her body provocatively and did not leave much to the imagination.

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.

Attractive people dressed in uniform work diligently. Soon, an older woman in a long, flowing, red dress says, "Hello, young ladies. I'm the Head Mistress of this home, Madame Knight, but everyone calls me Mama." Mama is wonderful. She leads us to a lovely suite. Surprisingly, the room is modern but has ritualistic aspects. Once Mama leaves, Maureen checks the drawers and says, "No Bible?" Suddenly, she drops to the floor and looks underneath the bed. I laugh, "What are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry. Which Madam are you? The madam for the maids or what?" Now this was not what she'd take from a slut. "She will be back when she's done with what she's going to do. Give her few minutes." Ralda said again, turning to Lisa and gesturing her to leave with her eyes. "What's going on Sofia?" Another woman came by. "The lady says she's the madam of the house." They other answered. There wad no way she'd open her mouth to talk to sluts like them. "She's looking chic but there's no way she is the madam of the house. There has been no news that Mr Wayne got married." They one names Sofia laughed, grabbing Lisa by the wrist.

"Mr. Blackwood, everything is prepared for tonight. The caterers are setting up now, and your guests will begin arriving at 7." "Good. And the other thing I asked for?" Marcus handed him a small black box. "As requested. Though I have to say, sir, this seems.....risky." "Everything worth having involves risk." Damien opened the box, checking that the rose gold vibrator was fully charged. "Make sure Sarah Mitchell is assigned to serve tonight. And that she has one of the formal uniforms. The fitted ones." "Sir..." Marcus hesitated. "Are you sure about this? If anyone notices..."

Bellatrix slowly made her way towards the kitchen. As she approached the door, she saw Madam standing with her back to her, holding a sharp, bloody knife, and cutting something. The dismembered body of the little cat lay in front of Madame. Bellatrix shuddered at the sight, and forthwith Madame turned around, her face covered in blood. Bellatrix’s eyes opened her cracked cell; she screamed and fell to the ground. Madam's lips curled into a smile, and she came towards Bellatrix, knife in hand, saying, "He was right; hot, fresh blood is very delicious. The blood of this cat is no less flavorful. Will you check some, Bellatrix?" Madame threw the knife ahead of Bellatrix.

The younger they are, the more expensive they are sold to disgusting perverts. Images of my memories had me recall my life when I was in their possession. The woman they call Madam Red, the person in charge of the lives of many kidnapped children, is chosen for their perfect features to sell off worldwide. She chooses five or six children to be sent to the auction. She has them pampered, well-fed, and finely clothed to ensure no markings on any parts of their bodies. I was about to be one of them, but Madam Red had me stay because she saw potential in me. At first, I didn't know what she meant, but when she had me bathed and dressed with light make-up, put me in a private room, and when Hugo

Madam Mary Qins has returned and with that knowing look on her face , it seemed that she had heard what they have been talking about . " Madam Mary , when did you arrive ?" asked Rogue clearing his throat an awkward look on his face as he looked around the hall, expecting to see Chelsea completely shocked and speechless . " I just did , don't worry , I didn't heard anything " said Madam Mary Qins with a grin .She was a mage as well and her entire boutique was filled with layers and layers of magic , as the caster of these magic layers , she ofcourse could hear and know what was happening in her boutique but as for others they won't even have an inkling of what was going on around her shop .

For the next few minutes, I keep trying to rouse my mate out of his state of unconsciousness by calling his name and reaching out for him through our mating bond. Eventually, the door opens, and the tell-tale clacking of heels against the concrete floor fills my ears. Madam Noir steps into my line of vision. She has a nasty black eye, and her right shoulder looks stiff. She's wearing red heels, and her nails are painted red. There's a blank look on her face, but I can feel the hostility oozing from her. Her gaze darkens when it falls on my mate. Her uninjured eye twitches and she heads towards the table, staring at the weapons with a sudden sparkle in her eyes.