Madara Photo Novels & Stories

Marianne pressed the doll into the void where her face should have been, and Arah gasped as she realized what she had squeezed earlier. In an instant, flashes of Stringmaster’s memories began to flicker before Arah, like a fragmented slideshow. One scene stood out—Edmond, still alive but hidden away, confined. Arah reached for more, trying to grasp the rest of the memory. But all she caught was a glimpse of a makeshift stage before she felt a forceful hand shove her back into the present.

[Warning: Mature content, strong language, and NSFW scenes. 18+ recommended.] Marceline's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. She reached up with her hands tangling in his hair, and pulled him down for a soft, lingering kiss. Zandrei was caught off guard by the gentleness of her kiss. And it aroused him even more, making his cock drip and twitch. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, and looked into her eyes with a newfound intensity.

Before I could turn towards his direction, the voice of the lady I now know her name to be Matilda, suddenly interrupted me. "Oh dear, my apologies." She said sweetly, stepping forward. "Didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable." I could now clearly see her face as she turned directly to me. She was pretty, like, badass pretty. Her loose black cargo pants hung low on her hips, chains clinking with every movement. A cropped band tee clung to her, showing the glint of a silver bar through her navel. Her blonde hair was messy, choppy cut — on purpose — and her ears was lined with tiny hoops and spikes climbing all the way up to the cartilage. Her tats crawled along her bare arms, disappear

As I set down the laptop on my bed and sat down crosslegged in front of it, I typed everything I could find about the university including the list of students that had entered last year. After the much needed search, I came across what I was looking for. And my heart stopped beating. It was Maddy's matriculation photos. She hasn't changed much but she looked really happy. And beautiful. She's wearing a faded blue jeans a white shirt, her matriculation gown overflowing her somehow short body frame. She's losing for the photoshoot in the school's green lawn, her arms spread apart and it looks like the gown was going to slip off her arms if the picture hadn't been taken that moment.

Marco briefly raised his head before bowing and leaving Cakra's office. Cakra slowly opened the clasp of the brown envelope with unease. He closed his eyes for a moment before taking out a photo from within. It was a girl with round eyes and long, straight dark brown hair, smiling happily. She was holding hands affectionately with a teenage boy, their gazes filled with love. Cakra's body froze instantly, his hands trembling intensely. He recognized the girl in the photo all too well – he cared for her as if she were his own daughter.

Mayada replied agitatedly and left with little Maxon. Almost 2 hours later after Mayada left with little Maxon, Draco and I then decided to visit town market place to purchase ingredient required by me for my spells and medicines. As we were roaming in town market we discovered a small wooden shop where which was run by and old lady and crippled “Madame… do you have red sandalwood with you?” I questioned that lady to which she simply nodded her head in agreement along with few hand gesture.. It instantly clicked me that she is mute…

The frail girl apologized as would a killer in front of the prosecution. "It's okay." She hadn't seen any pictures, and judging by the expression on the young girl's face, she wasn't sure if she should see them. Maria picked up her purchase, setting to walk back to Harry's. Pictures. They rang in her head and as hard as she fought curiosity, it got the best of her. She clicked her phone on, Jackson's name was tagged 'hottest' on the search bar and Natasha's was the second. Fear crawled under her skin like a dangerous insect, it threatened to paralyze. Still, she wiped the cold sweat that tickled with her sleeve and proceeded with the search. She clicked his name on the search bar, then she s

The eldest maid finally relented, knowing how it could be stifling to have a group of people around her twenty four seven and thus nodded, “Please do not hesitate to call us anytime, milady.” “Thank you, Narla,” she smiled as the maids then left the room. Finally having her own time, Rose look at Mona whose face remained the same in her head, “So… is this your real face?” Mona who had left from standing near the door sat down in front of her and nodded her head. Her black hair had been pinned to the back of her head, letting a ribbon to tie them like the other maids. “Only sorcerers can see my true self. My face don’t change in front of other sorcerers but they do change in front of other hu

‘What is this freak talking about? ‘Does this freak have a strong family background as well? ‘Impossible!’ Ada spaced out for a while. When she came back to her senses, Madeline had left. It was about time for the engagement party. After Carter met Madeline, he brought her to the garden. When the guests saw Madeline, a lot of them started to whisper among themselves. They had heard from Ada’s mother that this woman was extremely hideous. Her face was covered with scars because she had been burned by fire.

Dahila said touching the flowers at the base of the fountain. "Yh, I totally agree with you. It does look like it" Madison affirmed. "Why not take a picture here? It'd be so pretty you know and we could even call it Dahila in wonderland" Madison said. "You genius!. Let's do just that" Dahila said. Flash, flash, flash. Madison took pictures of Dahila. "Let's take one together too" Dahila insisted. "Ok ma'am" Madison said in total surrender. "Excuse me ma'am. Do you mind taking a picture for us?" Dahila asked a beautiful and calm middle-aged woman standing close to them.