Madara Photo Novels & Stories

--- Her heart immediately began racing. --- The message contained only a single photograph. Nothing else. No explanation. No words. --- With trembling fingers, Amara opened it. --- The moment she saw the image, her blood ran cold. --- It was Adrian. And Isabella. --- The photograph appeared recent. Very recent. --- They were standing outside a luxury hotel. Close together. Far too close together. --- Amara stared at the image. Trying desperately to convince herself there was a reasonable explanation. --- Maybe it was a business event.

She lets out a soft cry and covers her mouth. **Malik:** If you cry again, I'll assume you want to lock us up—understand? **Magda:** Understand. Daniel opens his laptop and searches the internet, typing: "Pictures of Minister Fouad El-Shenawy and his family." A variety of pictures appear: party photos, casual home pictures, and official pictures with his daughter and only wife. **Daniel (looking at Magda):** Are these pictures suitable? Magda moves closer to the screen, examining it closely: identifying the people she wants masks for.

Adhara placed a cold towel on his forehead to help bring his body temperature back to normal—a simple treatment that offers him some relief. Adhara sat on the couch, looking at Jarckon, thinking about what would happen in the next few days of staying in her place. She looked around as if memorizing every part of the room, smiling when she saw that everything was still there. She walked toward her dresser and retrieved the photo pasted on the mirror. It was her and Slagle, the last photo she had with him. She took it, crumpled it, and threw it into the fire. Adhara looked outside, glancing all over the surface. It was silent and lovely, entirely distinct from the day she had left. She kept st

Beatrice added on a serious note. Madeline closed her eyes briefly and sighed heavily. “...It's over for me...” And, she felt Beatrice squeezing her hand. “I assure you Madeline that it's not the end of the world.” Beatrice put on a nice smile and sighed as she turned to look at a picture frame on her desk. Madeline had seen the frame but not the picture in it as it was backing her. Beatrice took the picture frame and showed Madeline. It was a picture of a cute little boy smiling happily and playing in the pool with his floater. He also had chestnut coloured hair and bright eyes like Beatrice. It only took these few seen qualities to know what was up.

She took one hand from the table to run her breasts, kneading the skin and letting the hard nipple play against her fingers. Callista worked patiently, moving the carrot in and out of Madri's wet asshole. At the same time, Madri felt Callista's tongue get more and more insistent, flicking at her clit and dipping into her slit. Madri could feel the tension building inside of her. She moved her hand off of her breast. She was panting and she slammed her hand down hard on the table to ensure that she didn't fall over. Then, it happened. One last delicious pinch from the carrot in her asshole and Madri let out a loud shriek. Every muscle in her body shook and she slumped down over the kitchen ta

“Or rather bark if necessary.” Tightening my fist hard against the ground, I barked. “Woof woof.” A slow smile spread across Aiden's face, “Good boy. Like I asked earlier, are you hungry?” “Woof.” “Before you have pizza, why don't you do something that makes me happy?” My eyes widened with horror. I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. “Oh, relax, Darrel,” Aiden chuckles, leaning back against the chair as his hands slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. “It's just a blow job.”

Ramona chuckled, pulling out her phone and turning the screen towards Malakai. "Look, it's trending at number one worldwide. The comments are so sweet." Malakai stared at the screen. The photo filled the display: Maddison in a white dress, smiling coyly up at the camera, her left hand raised to show off a massive diamond ring. The caption made his blood pressure spike. "Found my forever. 💍❤️ @MalakaiBlackwell" The likes were in the hundreds of thousands. The comments were thousands more. Malakai's phone buzzed in his hand. He looked down.

I squirmed my arm free and unlocked my mobile phone before pulling up the most recent photo in my camera roll. It was a shot of Maddie and me in the park last weekend. Wearing a pale-yellow jacket, Maddie had her arms clung around the nape of my neck while I affectionately pressed my cheeks against hers. “Look! This was taken last week!” After a brief silence, Victoria inched closer for a look before letting out a scoff. “Impressive setup. If only the photo were the right one.” The other instructors broke out in laughter. “Tsk. She’s not the brightest bulb…”

"I was wondering about that, but didn't want to ask." "Heidi will talk to you at some point about starting a photo-blog of your work from here forward." "I'll speak to her about it," Maddy nodded. "Right, I need to go check my cameras, make sure they're charged." She got up and darted out the room. "That's cheered her right up," Myra noted. "I've got Francesca now." "Think of it as ripping off a bandaid," Mark suggested. "Painful but over quickly."

“After you passed out. I was too excited to leave them until later.” “I take it this one was your favorite?” Maddox had one foot in the shower when he stopped and turned back around. “No.” He shook his head and flipped through the pictures until he landed on one. “This one is.” It was the one of my hair over half of my face with my finger in my mouth. “I like that one, too.” Again, it was in black and white, making me really focus to see if that was really me. “It looked weird as a background photo, so I went for my second one there.”