Maddie Euphoria Novels & Stories

Moon asked her. “You’re just as sick as he is! Are you sure you’re not related? Mental illness runs in the family, you know?” Misha said, walking away, heels clacking against the marble floor. Troy sat at the little table in Briar’s room, listening to her playing Four Seasons by some composer or another. When they were alone like this, it was the only time he allowed himself to fantasize that he was her real mate, they were just normal wolves, and he didn’t know what he knew about her, or what her fate was. They could just be two wolves, happy, in love, and free.

I heard people say. I swallowed hard, fury and disbelief warring inside me. “Different. Too different. The nerd is gone. Where is Grace?” I couldn't help but cry like a baby on the inside. Maddie looks like she could walk into a room and own it. Own everyone. And she’s… perfect. Everyone watched as Maddie passed others, ignoring the whispers and glances. Her transformation wasn’t subtle. It was loud, commanding attention without effort. She had survived my worst, my most creative, my most humiliating attacks. She had not only survived, but she had flourished.

Ingrid is full of enthusiasm, directly calling Lola, asking everyone to put Alina's F******k post at the top of the hot search. The afternoon Maddy committed suicide, the hot search had just cooled down not long ago, but now Maddy and Alina are at the top of the hot search on F******k again. This time, the hot search title is extremely interesting, called "Maddy - Oscar". Below Alina's post is a recording of her and Maddy's morning conversation. The entire recording is only about one minute and twenty seconds. Apart from the first sentence, Alina opened with "Hello", she did not say anything more.

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.

I swung my legs over the bed and looked at the clock on my bedside table. I hopped in the shower to wash away the distress of my seemingly recurring nightmare. I used to have them when I was a kid, but they never seemed to have gone away. I blow dried my long brown hair and curled the ends, my makeup today was minimal, as I wanted to be professional. I picked out my nicest looking dress and the prettiest heels I owned. I slipped my clothes on and looked at myself in the mirror. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories!

Sounds that belonged to a room I had been in less than thirty minutes ago, sounds attached to a face and a body that were very much mine. I pressed both hands over my ears and stood completely frozen while the world carried on around me in the worst possible way. "Wow." Maddie's voice carried clearly over the noise, her eyes fixed on her screen, her mouth pulled into a slow, satisfied smile. "She rides surprisingly well for a girl in glasses." "Purple hair!" A guy somewhere to my left cupped his hands around his mouth. "I want a ride tonight, babe!" The laughter that followed was enormous and immediate, and it moved through the room like a wave.

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

I went to the bathroom and poured some water on my face, and after two more splashes and a cup of water, the alcohol in my system had cleared thanks to my fast metabolism, but it only managed to leave me horny. I dragged my legs back to the bedroom, each step becoming harder because all I wanted was to jump him. Instead, I laid down on the bed, making sure there was enough distance between us, and I closed my eyes to sleep. Ten minutes in and my eyes were still wide open, my nipples overly sensitive that I needed him to touch me before I went crazy. But I held it in and remained on my side of the bed. “I am Maddie, and I wouldn’t be controlled by my hormones.” I whispered under my breath, bu

she whispered. Liam leaned closer, “Could you tell me what the first two wishes you made? You can keep the third one a secret.” “My first wish was for my mother to be healthy.” She smiled faintly, “The second wish…” She glanced at the box of presents on the table. There was a handmade mug decorated with sunflower patterns, all kinds of little gadgets she could use at work, a massager, and more… Suddenly, a small, inconspicuous-looking box made of wood set in the corner of the table caught her attention.

'Marissa Cole. My assistant. I had hired her two years ago, a sharp, tidy woman with a soft voice and a talent for knowing when to speak. She never called me unless it was important. I answered. "Marissa." "Mr. Kingsley." Her voice was low and quick, and it had an edge I had not heard before. "I'm so sorry to interrupt. Are you somewhere you can look at a screen?" "I'm in the car." "Then I think you should check the headlines. Business section. Any of the major feeds."