Maddie Cline Novels & Stories

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

"We still meet again pour slave," Claire turned to the direction of where the voice was coming from, it turned out to be Madelyn, the lady who helped her with treating her wounds and also mocked her. She doesn't have any single strength to reply to her so it's better to ignore her. Claire continued picking the dirt ignoring Madelyn. Madelyn got pissed as Claire ignored her. "Oh, you even ended up picking dirt all alone, who knows the kind of crime you committed that made the head maid give this punishment. Serves you right!"

"Hi Ali, it's nice to meet you." Maddie was very pretty. Her black lace top shaped her slim figure and was able to show off her tanned skin. Her short brown hair was curly and bouncy in a half up half down style. The ends of her hair stopped just below her ear and a small silver stud glistened in her nose.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

“I guess it wouldn’t look like I am trying to turn you against Betty when I show you this….” “Show me what!” I almost snapped at her. Maddie slipped her fingers through the huge tote bag that was hung over her shoulder, bringing out her phone. “Whatever I am about to show you is a video that was taken on the night when your clone committed suicide” I squeezed my hands over my chest and somehow, my heart skipped a bit in fear but I shoved the thoughts off and inside my mind, I tried to settle with the fact that she was just trying to make things up.

With a spell, she was able to change everyone's energy so that they didn't appear on the Zaeafrans radar, not as the great mages they were. ‘I didn't know you could do that too?’ said Raven, surprised. ‘Too?’ She said, looking at him in amusement. He grinned because it betrayed his own powerful magic. But that was not news to her. A performance by ‘Dead Meadow’ was planned. Maddie had invited everyone. She was looking forward to it because no one had ever actually seen her perform. Except for the short part of two verses that she once sang along for proof. She had been in the theater with the boys all afternoon to rehearse and do a soundcheck. And Dean had also made sure that something to ea

He asks. To no one’s surprise, Maddie stands and approaches the presenter’s platform. She has her computer bag with her, and I know she’ll pull out her laptop to connect with our big screen system. Within a few minutes Maddie is set up and ready. “Council members, thank you for allowing me to speak today. In case some of you haven’t met me or are unaware, I am Alpha Madison Evans of Blue Meadow Pack in Wisconsin. I am here to inform and discuss the issues of the rogue armies roaming and attacking our packs in recent months.”

i’m cruel aren’t i? “Is she naked?” i ask. ” Technically no,- ” i sigh in relief. “she is half naked though” my eyes go wide. “What!” I squeak. “Hey, my mom hasn’t found out yet, her laptop is at home. she went to some lunch and she might come home any moment.. please can you help me crack her password so i can delete the email.” “Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.”

But I just couldn't help it, I just couldn’t over the little similarities between us, I had to clarify this and put it to rest before moving on to another caller. “My name is Claire, I'm eighteen years old, Mister Miguel, and I lived with my mom and my big sister Victoria. Our dad is Austin Kendall and he has a new wife and a third daughter. Is that all you wish to know about me?” she asked me, smiling so beautifully. I felt my eyes tearing up once more and I had to blink suddenly before my tears spilled down my cheeks.