Maddy Kendzior Novels & Stories

A nearly empty cup of tea rested cooling on her wooden box, serving as her coffee table. Another story about Maddy filled her screen. Of course. This one had originated from a mainstream business magazine, and its bold letters announced: "Maddison Carter: The Engineering Whiz Who is Changing Harrison Enterprises from the Inside." Jenna’s thumb slid down the touchscreen of her mobilephone, past paragraphs chock-full of praise. Just everybody, literally everybody, thought Maddison was a genius. Because she had been strong, because Maddison didn’t let all those bad rumors go by without blowing it off. And because her work on Sky-Piercer had been exceptional so far.

Unlike Armaros though, Disney sounds truly sincere in his statement. Maddie clicks a few more times on her computer and the hallway in the Black Lake packhouse basement comes up. It is blurry for a moment. Maddie pauses the image on a tall redhead in the distance from the camera; the image zooms in as it clears and none other than Reid Sinclair comes into focus.

Thin red strings stretched from her fingers, but the ends weren’t visible—at least not to Arah. Marianne’s hair was all gone. Her body trembled as if she were sobbing, but no sound escaped her. Arah cautiously moved to the side, keeping her distance but positioning herself just right to see Marianne more clearly. “Is it finished?” Drusden asked, removing his top hat, and dispelling the fog. “Woman, you are a Savant Witch now,” Zephyr said, stepping forward with calm authority. “Show us your gift.”

We took turns. Lucinda continued to describe the action in detail. Maddy's pussy was dripping by the time she finished reading. She pulled out her vibrator, touched it to her clit and came so hard she almost fell off the chair. Once that was out of the way, Maddy went back and looked at the names. The only people she recognized other than Lucinda were Dillon, a star athlete at school, and Amanda, a pretty brown haired cheerleader with big boobs.

"Damn, it couldn't have changed that much in six fucking months." We cut through the tables and make our way toward the dance floor. Maybe there was someone interesting along the way. Maddy spots Anthony across the dance floor leaning on the stage and starts to walk toward him. Ant sees her and starts to smile his stupid ass cheesy smile. Maddy was one of those chicks who was the center of attention when she walked into a room. She had long black hair with dark brown eyes that would cut through your soul. She was super pale, but it worked for her. I'm sure being stacked with DD tits and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of helped a lot too. She was that friend that every girl needs. Drop

Thank you. Reno is just Maddy's foster brother from the orphanage. They are not real siblings. Together, they are working and finally managed to buy a small house with three rooms with two bathrooms. Even though she gets some money from her dead sister's inheritance, she doesn't want to use it. She wants to work together with Reno. She walked back to her room and started to listen to music and talk with herself. Maddy:" Sister, I am so excited about this invitation. It's was the first time in my life that someone did accept my

She gestured at me. Her lips stretched into a smile, causing her chin to double. “Hi, Damian. I’m Maddy.” She extended her hand for a handshake, and I took it, giving a curt nod. "Maddy's my personal assistant. And I figured out you’d need a second opinion to take me seriously.” Bria said, and I didn’t miss how she brushed her arm against mine, leaning in. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” "Maddy said as I released her hand.

“You deserve better.” Before I could respond, Maddy bounded down the stairs, her blonde curls bouncing. She was dressed in her usual oversized hoodie and leggings. “Zo! You’re here!” She hugged me tightly, then pulled back. “The gown’s almost ready. I need to grab some matching thread from the craft store—I'll be back in twenty minutes. Don’t leave!” “Twenty minutes? I’ll starve,” I complained, but she was already out the door, yelling, “Dad, entertain her! There’s food cooking on the stove!”

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”