Maddie Cline Novels & Stories

Claire is a Legacy, just like the rest of them, but she rolled her eyes and responded with “Whatever she is, she knows what she is doing. You should see the photos of you from New York.” “The photos?” we’ve been back for weeks and I haven’t heard or seen anything about these mysterious photos. “How come Nyx has seen them and I haven’t” “Because they aren’t ready,” Madison responds as she pulls on a strand of my hair, sweeping it into a slick, tight, ponytail positioned on the very top of my head like an auburn waterfall. “I want you to be surprised by the result. You only have one chance to see them for the first time.”

She was ready. - - - - As Maddie stepped onto the rocky surface of the cliffs, the breeze picked up, trying to brush her pale hair free from the many pins and flowers Jess had weaved into it. A strand came loose at her temple, and she tucked it behind her ear as her and Beta Rowan paused at the edge of the massed crowd that spilled across the western cliff. At the front of them all, standing on a raised platform set up at the edge, was her father and previous Luna Aida. His eyes were on her, the same shine in them that Beta Rowan wore, while hers was directed to the other side of the packhouse.

right down to bleeding for me. No one will ever love me with that kind of fire. And losing it feels like losing the air in my lungs, like I’ll never breathe the same way again. Mãe knocked on the door, snapping me out of it, “Maddie, Claire’s here to see you.” I shot upright, shoulder flaring in pain. “Where is she? Why didn’t you bring her in?” Mãe glanced over her shoulder, gave a small nod, and a second later Claire walked in with a flat look on her face, holding something in her hand that made my stomach tighten.

She looked like a mermaid. Lina had gotten up to go to the restroom. She was about to burst, and Maddie said she had to answer her phone at the back of the club, otherwise, her mother would throw a fit. Mrs. Rachel didn't react very well when Maddie rejected or ignored more than two consecutive calls.

She always seemed to be buzzing around Kaplan, but he didn’t seem to even care. “Well, hello, my hot anthropologist. What discoveries are we looking for today? I hope it’s me.” Maddison “Maddie” Clark was beautiful. She had long straight red hair. Freckles kissed her ivory skin. She put her light pink lips into a seductive pout staring intensely at Kaplan.