Maddy Perez Novels & Stories

"You've photographed Missy Peregrym? The chick from Rookie Blue?" Maddy nodded. "Couple of years ago." "Wow. She's hot." Myra chuckled, and Maddy grinned. "Now that we've established that, we should move on maybe?" Jasmine said, grinning at him. He shrugged. "Just saying." "She's really nice," Maddy added.

Max asked. "The two of them managed to produce a healthy, well-mannered, beautiful daughter and my sister never came running back, did she?" Maddison said, breaking out of Max's arms and storming off the dance floor. She didn't come in our direction as Max was hot on her trail. That was when Leo finally spoke. "Maddison Megestanis," He said over the crowd just loud enough for her to hear without turning too many other heads. She immediately stopped and looked our way. Leo summoned her with his finger and she graciously approached curtsying when she arrived.

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.

*Monroe's POV* This time, Maddy straightens her hair completely and puts it in an Ariana Grande style ponytail, Charlie’s is half up with beachy waves and mine is left down with loose curls. We have on similar makeup to last Saturday but we all have a more natural lip colour this time.

She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh. "She looks so comfy" Mira says, breaking our conversation to look at Quinn, chatting with Elijah and putting on a show. "Watch this" I say getting up from my chair. I walk over to them, catching the eyes of Elijah, he watched with curious eyes as he sat there with Quinn, he looked so miserable, but I guess he had such a big heart, he couldn't just get up from her presence. "What do you want?" Quinn asks, glaring at me through her lashes,wow, natural ones today.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

"So you are a widow?! How many children do you have? You are 39 years old. Your appearance is also clean. I like it," said the Old Madame who sat on the sofa. She held my application letter that contained complete files about me. The only last diploma degree that I did not attach to it. It is too high applies to be a maid, it might be rejected after. She is around 75 years old, looks very rich and classy. Silk dresses, sparkling jewelry and bun hair showed her class.

" They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party. Chantelle is filled with a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, and despair. She feels like the world is against her, and she's not sure what to do. She falls asleep, exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. But when she wakes up, she feels a little bit different. She's still angry and hurt, but she's also determined to move forward and make something of herself. She has a new resolve and a new sense of purpose. She went outside and sat singing and feeling lonely but was called out by Someone.

Lola beamed as we all walked away. As we approached the front office, a line of students stood waiting to sign up. Most were girls, but one caught my eye Maddy Lance, the cheerleading captain and the most popular girl in school. She was the perfect girl that every girl dreamed of being and every guy wanted to date. I always knew she loved the spotlight but never knew she was interested in anything that did not have to do with fame. Lola scoffed beside me. "Ugh, Maddy Lance," she muttered, rolling her eyes.