Madara Photo Novels & Stories

She grinned happily. Madison opened her camera and pulled her shirt lower to reveal more cleavage and the outline of her dark red bra above the neckline of the shirt. She adjusted her legs to bend enticingly, put away her tail, and moved her hair around a little to make it look fluffier. Angling her front facing camera and laying her book on her stomach, Madison took several shots, including a couple where she was biting her lip. Once she’d selected the best one, she sent it to him.

She wore intense smokey eye makeup, her lips were painted a deep red, her hair had been permed, and her nails were meticulously done. Her face somewhat resembled the little girl in the photo. "Maddy, you're back." Sandra immediately ran out, drying her hands with a smile. Madeline glanced at the empty table and said arrogantly, "Do you know what time it is? Why isn't dinner ready yet? If I had known, I wouldn't have come back so early." Andrius could not help but frown at the girl's attitude. "Right away! Dinner will be ready right away!" Sandra responded humbly and pointed to Andrius, saying, "Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Moonshade. He came to offer his condolences.

I say again this time pushing the rod further into it till it comes out the other side. I hear a hallow scream and I watch the fartello before me begin to discharge horribly smelling fluid. Echoes of cries are hear around the room. Not from the kids but from the creature before me. I watch the disgusting sight of this fartello turn into liquid. Slowly It vanishes and is transformed into a puddle of dark blood with two dark eye balls on it. "Those cries belong to girls he has molested in the past. You liberated many by doing this. I am proud of you. " Madre says as she places a hand on my shoulder.

As she was taking out a dress for herself, a file fell down on the floor because of her touching it. As Minal's eyes went towards it, she bends to pick it up. There were some papers and pictures in it, which were scattered on the floor now. She lowered and was about to pick up all these things when her hand stopped after looking at a picture. This picture was none other than that of her sister, Isha. And Shah Zain was also there in the picture standing with her. It was taken in the university. Because one picture same as that one was also with her sister. But in that one, Shah Zain was not present.

I decide to call the other packs and check in, I will explain that the Alpha is deteriorating and wants justice before he passes on to be with his mate, that should get something out of them. I spoke with 2 of the Alphas with no luck and decided I would call Rival River next when my phone buzzes on my pocket. I check my phone in case it is an update and see Maddie has sent me a photo. I open up the app and see a bunch of people in the mall, going about their business by the looks of it. I close the app and am about to put my phone away when I double take and reopen the image. Zooming in I can see her, it is only the back of her head but I know it is her, she is with a guy, sitting in a cafe

“Impossible.” I pulled up Madison's photo on my phone. Held it out. "It's in connection with this woman." Adeyemi's expression didn't change, but something shifted in his posture. Stiffened. "I don't understand." "Her name is Madison Wallace. She's twenty-three years old. Adopted from Zambara, Nugeria. Found on an orphanage doorstep wrapped in a blanket with this—" I showed him a photo of the necklace. "—and no other information. No records. No birth certificate. Nothing."

"You have a picture?" Nadia opened her handbag. She pulled out a small, worn photograph. Zara took it. It was a picture of her as a little girl. Maybe six or seven. She was sitting beside her mother, holding a birthday cake. Zara stared at it. "I've never seen this." "Your mother sent it to me." "When?" "About a year before she died." Zara couldn't speak. Adrian quietly stood. "Take your time." She nodded. Nadia watched her carefully.

Pictures of her pregnant, glowing with happiness, her hand resting on her growing belly. I found myself thinking about how important it was to take pictures, to capture these moments. You never know when they'll be all you have left of someone. Then Adele turned to a page near the end of the album, and there it was. A newborn photo. A tiny baby girl, swaddled in a soft pink blanket, held securely in Mirada's arms. The baby's eyes were closed, her tiny fist curled against her mother's chest. And Mirada was looking down at her with such pure, overwhelming love that it made my own eyes sting.

I kept his eyes off my mind, refusing to look at the man’s face, refusing to let him see the cold, hard rage hiding behind Luna’s mask. Outside, Mateo walked calmly into the main floor of Club Máscara. He had driven his Audi sports coupe through the narrow streets of Madrid, but his demeanor remained entirely composed. He hadn't bothered to put on the velvet mask provided at the entrance. He walked in with his bare face exposed, his sharp jawline relaxed, and his dark eyes observing the room with a quiet, patient focus.

"Not without knowing the exact composition of what she drank." My jaw tightened. "Mora knows." "Mora won't talk," Another healer said. "We've already sent word. She refuses to cooperate." I swore under my breath. The door opened behind me. I turned. Maddie stumbled in, her arms laden with bags and jars, her face streaked with tears. She looked wild, desperate, her hair disheveled and her dress stained with what looked like flour and herbs. "Where is she?" Maddie demanded, her voice cracking.