Madame Red Novels & Stories

Madame Buenavista closed her eyes tightly and leaned her head back against the chair. Chelsea didn't say anything and just drank her drink. She didn't know it, but even though there were things that Madame Buenavista said to her that were not pleasant, she still understood what the mother of Red was trying to imply in her words. She may not be able to let go of Red now, but she is willing to fight until the end to prove her love for his son.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

As I glanced around, I noticed that the walls and windows were adorned with flower-imprint fiber. ‘Why am I here?’ I pondered the reason for being brought to this place. I turned to face them and stared at their faces suspiciously. Despite their seemingly safe appearance, I remained cautious. "Who are you people?" I asked, observing as they exchanged glances. The older woman among them stepped forward and smiled at me. "You can call me Madam Gabby. I'm the head of all the maids in the pack," she introduced herself gently. "Get her into the bathtub," she instructed the girls.

My blood runs cold as I will myself to believe it isn’t her, but even before I turn, the familiar smell of smoke, covered over with fruity perfume, fills my nostrils. “PLEASE WELCOME THE SINCLAIRS!” the host of the evening calls from inside and is quickly answered by a loud rumble of applause and a blinding flash of cameras. The woman who spoke smiles at us, her yellowed teeth baring. “You heard the man, little fool,” The Madame says, her voice grating in my brain, “inside you go.”

This planet. Madam is a woman who has a thing for gross fashion. She impressed people with her off-styles, heavy lipsticks, long lashes, and artificial nails. As I moved to serve, I began to wonder if it was my little drama with Madam Maggie or her off-styles that made Kira laugh with so much energy. Oh God, my Kira is angry with me. Not like I did anything wrong, I only told her the truth. Halfway to the counter, I heard my name.

My conversation with Ross was fluid and assertive, I didn't need to bribe him or anything, he wanted to do what I asked, and he was grateful to have the opportunity. "I just need you to make sure she doesn't take her daughter, Emma has to leave Amber behind," I asked seriously, that was my only demand, he could do anything he wanted with the madam, but I would turn a blind eye to that, Emma was also a snake, and deserved to suffer a little since she wouldn't be arrested like Andrew was.

She lunged at me as soon as she saw me. “Leanora! How is this fair? We have the same father, just different mothers! Why can’t I ever compete with you?” I took a step back, and a palace maid placed a torch between us. Rosalind gripped the bars tightly. “You’re wrong,” I said. “We share the same mother but not the same father.” Rosalind shook the cell in rage.

Inside was a small, elegant lobby with an elevator different from the main one she'd used on previous visits. "This will take you directly to Madam V's office," he explained, stepping back respectfully. "She's waiting for you." Honey thanked him and entered the elevator. As it ascended, she took a final moment to center herself, to shed the day's tensions and fully embrace her role as Red. The doors opened to reveal Madam V herself, elegant as always in her tailored suit and discreet mask. "Welcome back, Red," she said warmly. "I'm sorry you’re going through this with your husband."

he mocks with a smirk as two redheads grind against him—one on each side. He squeezes their asses, and they giggle like fools. “I have a message from Madame Estela,” I say flatly, placing the small envoy case on the table and sliding it toward him—his nose wrinkles at it in disgust. “Oh?” His lip curls. “Straight to business, are we? Pity. I was hoping to chat about your recent escapades… Must be exhausting, rolling around in bed with the La Estirpe Carmesí cunt. I hear it’s very hard to please her.”

It’s time to put a bad dog down. “Ilya.” “Yes, boss.” “Bring Red’s best friend. Ten minutes.” “Yes, boss.” --- I sit beside Red, holding her lifeless hand between mine. Kissing her knuckles. Brushing her soft hair away from her face. My touch gentle — the opposite of everything boiling inside me. “My beautiful Red,” I whisper against her skin. “Perfect for me.” “Let me go, you ugly bat!” A voice echoes through the apartment. I turn slowly. Ilya stands there with a woman tied up and slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour.