Maddie Francesca Leaked Novels & Stories

Tonight is not that time. When I reached her pink underwear, I gently removed it from her waist and down her thigh. She was clean down there. Her milky tummy and thighs contrasted her pretty pink pussy. What I was doing was only adding to the current problem inside my jeans. I shook my head. No, D. Not now. I was planning on making Madie stay here for the time being. She said she was sad and shouting earlier, meaning she was upset that Adon and Hop weren't there and maybe had a fight with the nuns.

But the next day, just as I'm sleeping off the wine in my silk sheets, my best friend Jessica shakes me awake with violent urgency. "Aria! Wake up right now! Your intimate photos have been leaked online!"

Most definitely, there is not a single nation in the world which beats London in terms of gossips and intrigues. Right after the meal, Lady Francesca had proceeded upstairs, back into her room to do her usual morning routine; and prepare for today’s arrangement. Fun trek in the mountains at a horse. And speaking of which, she sent for Lady Margaret’s footman to ask her Uncle Bastien to lend her a horse to use.

“It’s Vivienne. She forged the paperwork. Used one of my dormant firm divisions in Hong Kong. It looks like I’m suing you.” “You’ve got to be kidding—” “There’s more.” He showed her the second photo. A still from a hacked security feed. Their moment last night. Their intimacy. Her tears. His touch. Zara’s face went cold. “She leaked that too?” He nodded. “At exactly 7:01 p.m. While your models are on the runway, this will hit every gossip site in the city.” “And I’ll look like the brand that’s sleeping its way to relevance.” Zara’s voice cracked.

•CAMILLA• “My God, can you believe what’s trending?” Francesca scoffed as I walked into the living room and found her on her laptop. “What is it?” I asked, sitting down with my bowl of cereal. “Sasha Ross,” she looked at me. “She told the journalists that she left the Parus shopping store because two women were invading her privacy and making her uncomfortable. She called us opportunists.” I rolled my eyes with a sigh. “Well, I hope she’ll leave Chicago soon before we bump into Lucius. I don’t want to see him.”

I asked. "Fine. I'd ask you but it's in the magazines so I know how it went already" "What do you mean?" I asked while walking over to her. She raised her phone screen and I saw a picture of Ryan and I kissing and holding hands throughout the magazine cover. "Oh yeah." "He's not good for you Maddie" she said while flipping channels. "It's none of your business. You're my roommate not my mom" I defended. She looked at me and gave me a sad laugh "okay sweetheart. Call me when you get a rough reality check"

It unsettled me. “You’re staring,” I said. “I’m assessing,” he replied. “Am I a risk?” I asked. “Yes,” he said honestly. “But not the kind I avoid.” My breath caught. Then Maddie rushed in, her face pale. “Izzy,” she said. “Have you checked your phone?” “No,” I replied slowly. “Why?” She hesitated. Alex straightened. “What happened?” “There’s a photo,” she said. “It just leaked.” My stomach dropped.

Leigh’s reputation was on the line, and I needed answers. The phone rang three times before she picked up. “Well, well,” Francesca’s smooth, mocking voice greeted me. “Logan Hunt. To what do I owe the pleasure? Finally missing me, are you?” “Cut the games, Francesca,” I said sharply, not in the mood for her antics. “Did you leak that picture of me and Leigh?” There was a pause, then a light laugh that made my blood boil. “What picture? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes.” “Tell them, Kehlani.” She smiled sweetly at me. But I knew that face was the threatening one. The sex tape she claimed to be releasing rang and I don't want any trouble. “Tell Olive what you said that she sucks and she's ugly and you want a new relationship with us.” Maddie whined, stomping her feet. Olive looked at me blinking. “Is that true?” She asks softly. “Yes it is.. that explains her new dressing. She's confident now.” Maddie concludes even though I could still feel she was surprised about my wear.

But when I got to the door, my phone began popping a series of notifications and I got scared. What sort of emergency would be able to do this? I checked my phone and my eyes widened at the shock of the blog post. “What is it this time?” I breathed, half expecting my name to be among the gossip sites. I clicked on one and I gasped in shock. It was fresh, and had a bold headline on it. Breaking News: Actress Lucy Franks Offers Director Zhao Sex for Roles! Leaked Recording Proves Scandalous Deal! Is This The New Lane For A Fallen Star or Desperate Mistress?