Maddie And Mackenzie Ziegler Novels & Stories

Not one paper was left. It was for her safety. I was cutting all of her connections to her past life and only connecting her to me. If my enemies, and I have many, knew of Madie, they will be their biggest target. There would be a red target right at her back. And I don't always know when and where my enemies would pop out. It was unfair for her to be suddenly thrown into this kind of lifestyle, but it all started when she witnessed Adon with one of my clients last month. That moment, she was already part of the mafia.

I shrug and say, “They were just asking about that party Saturday and I told them I wasn’t sure yet. Why?” “It’s just that you should be careful around them. They’re notorious players and they’re into some pretty shady stuff.” I smile at her and say, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything stupid. I had them pegged as soon as the first cocky smirk crossed their faces.” “Okay, if you’re sure,” she says with a small smile. We meet up with Maddy at our lockers and I bring up the party on Saturday. Instantly, Maddy looks uncomfortable and starts picking at her nails before she says, “I don’t think Mackenzie wants me there. She’s kind of the reason I lost everything.”

Macie is a 29-year-old editor for a well-known publisher. At any given time, she has hundreds of manuscripts to read over to find the next bestselling author. To date in her years working with A to Z Authors, she has found 21. Which is why she's one of the top editors at her company. She shares a condo with her best friend Kenzie. Kenzie is a PA to one of the CEO's at a top advertising firm. While both make enough to have their own places, they prefer to share for the company. And neither want to live alone.

In three weeks after moving into a three bedroom apartment in Greensville, which Uncle Maverick helped them get, Mackenzie had been busy with trying to kick start her career as a designer. After all, she, Charlotte and Felicity have been living off their savings from North Dakota. They could not depend on that for much longer.

It was finalized a couple months ago but it didn’t sound like Trevor was handling it all that well. The back door opened and Mackenzie came walking inside with a cake box. Mackenzie was Linda’s oldest daughter and owned a home bakery. She was twenty-five years old and married to Patrick Weston, a local real estate agent in Wood Haven. They had an adorable two year old little boy named Easton. Easton Weston. I loved the kid's name as much as I did the small bundle of joy himself. “Mackenzie, does that cake need refrigerated?” Barb asked her before looking at me. “No peeking, young lady. You can’t see the cake until time to blow out the candles!”

she said pleasantly. “Thank you, ma’am,” I replied. She stepped back without shaking hands with me. It was a curt and cold interaction and I started to miss Gabriel’s warmth. I guess it was true you could never satisfy humans. “Ah, right,” Mr. Reynolds’s tone switched to excitement. “This is the GenZ of the company. She is the Creative Director, Miss Mackenzie.” Mackenzie stepped forward, blushing, “A pleasure to meet you. I am in charge of all creative work in the company.”