Madara Photo Novels & Stories

Aria smiled, she was a determined young woman, she didn’t speak much and was sometimes a bit too aloof, but today was a good day and Aria got to see a bit of her giddy personality that hid deep down. “Of course you can.” Madelyn grinned at her and turned back to add chocolate to the warm milk, having done exactly what Aria said when it started to over boil. “Maddie, I just wanted to tell you how proud and impressed I am, keep this up and you’ll have caught Victoria Secret’s eye very soon.” She smiled shyly. “Thank you and I really hope I do, I spent so many weeks preparing for this shoot, I just really wanted to make a statement you know.” Aria nodded.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

I noticed there was a writing at the back, so I turned it around to read. ‘First Date with Hernando, it was amazing.’ I dropped the picture with shaky hands and placed my hands over my head. “What is this?, what is happening?.” I murmured repeatedly. The door opened and Ma’am Maddalena walked in, Aria rushed over to my side immediately she saw my state. “Theodore, what’s wrong, what happened?.” She asked worriedly. I pointed to the picture on the ground still shaken with shock. Ma’am Maddalena lowered and picked up the picture.

"Gentle won't work with him, but maybe one of your frying pans will." They both laughed, and then Madayah crawled across the two feet separating them and laid the scared side of her face on Zenya's lap, kissing her belly. "I've craved this smell for years, and maybe our clan will produce more children than we know what to do with." Vorlyk's voice startled the two women. "Your thoughts are troubling, my love." "Troubling?" Madayah turned her head and smiled at her vampire. "Maybe troubling isn't the word, but your distress interrupted my sleep and brings me out in the daylight."

Then she leaned in, gesturing for Mirena to come closer. Though confused, Mirena obliged. Lowering her voice, Ada confessed, “I posted a dick picture of him.” Mirena blinked. Once, twice, then again, just to be sure she heard right. “W-what?” Ada looked uneasy now, as if unsure how to continue. After a brief hesitation, she reached into the back pocket of her shorts and pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen before she turned it toward Mirena. An article was displayed and in one of the pictures, Ryan was completely exposed in a compromising shot taken from above—likely from a helicopter or a nearby high-rise building.

I didn’t answer. The house was too quiet when we returned. But not empty. Maddalena stood in the living room, arms folded. She didn’t even bother with a fake smile. “Well,” she said, holding her phone up. “What a surprise to see the two of you trending.” She walked toward us and turned the screen around. There it was. A picture of me mid-panic, dress soaked, Marco beside me with a stone face. “Trashy,” she said. “The family looks trashy.”

Emma, Diana's daughter screamed. “What's going on here?” I asked with a smile. “Mommy, I'm a celebrity. Look!” Madison shrieked rushing into the living room. I followed her into the living room to see what they were so happy about and Madison was on TV. “Now six year old Madison Adler, daughter of the young and rising designer Cassandra Adler has recently received a little over eighteen million likes, over an old photo her mother recently shared on her I*******m page.” “Oh these people can be so nosy” Lola stated.

Anise felt her eyelids twitch and had a premonition that something was wrong. She turned around sharply to see the slides switched out to something else. It was projecting a collection of foul and unflattering photos of her during her time in university. There were also pictures taken in the bedroom that had been blurred out except for her face. Anise recognized the pictures immediately. They were pictures taken from the security cameras at Arthur's villa. She felt her blood run cold and her mind turning blank in succession. Her instinctive response was to turn toward Arthur’s direction.

He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

“If we leave now, we reach the bridge in eleven.” Helena frowned. “You expect us to trust you?” “No,” Rafael said calmly. “But Mara trusts no one there except the memory of a sister she has never met.” That hit hard because it was cruelly plausible. A girl hidden half her life would trust fragments, not names. Marcus lifted Clara’s envelope again. “What else is in here?” The old photograph. He unfolded it fully this time. A younger Adrian stood beside my mother. Beside Alexander. And beside a woman I recognized only after three seconds.