Maddy Perez Novels & Stories

Gloria froze the moment she saw the woman clearly She wasn’t just anyone It was Maddy Grace, the hottest rising star, the woman plastered across billboards and movie posters, the kind of beauty that turned heads without trying “Hello, are you the new maid?” Maddy asked casually, shifting Lukas’s weight against her shoulder. Gloria didn’t respond For a few seconds, she couldn’t The scene in front of her blurred with something else, something buried deep in her memory. The scene before her was painfully and disgustingly familiar.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

she said in a low growling voice but the hate and anger in it was loud and clear. The crowd gathered in a mass of people and Maddy made its way to the front, shoving everyone away in her path. Her face was furious and rabid, deadly as the Reapers. "You brought those Reapers into this village!" Maddy said angrily to Maria. Her teeth clattered and her fingers curled into fists, showing her white knuckles. "You have brought damnation to us all! You should die!" She shifted her eyes to Serra who was standing beside her mother. The wound and the golden blood was visible to all. "And you!" pointing her finger to Serra. "You evil bitch! You are just like your mother and your friend. You all deserve

Even I was tempted to run over and grab him when I saw Maddy standing in front of him. She looked so tiny in the jean shorts she wore that exposed her thighs, and the small crop top that bared her tummy. Her hair was styled in a single braid and rolled at the top. Coupled with her red lipstick, she looked like she was about to go somewhere, but I knew she wasn't. From what I heard, Maddy loved being on makeup all the time. The girl was crazy. I worried she'd attack the kids or something, considering who they belonged to.

He grinned and stood up a little taller. “What about me?” Maddy asked, finally catching up to her son. She wore a long, dark blue halter dress that hung in beautiful swoops. Maddy was curvy, and this dress hugged her in all the right places. She was always joking that she was trying to lose Tyler’s baby weight and that it would come off any month now. The dress was perfect on her, and it even managed to disguise her walking boot. “Red-carpet-ready!” I told her as she struck a model pose.

"I don't understand why I have to agree," "Come here," Madelyn wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pulled me towards a store named 'Senõrita'. "Good evening ma'am," the woman inside, walked towards us. "How may I help you?" "What's your name?" Maddie asked looking at her. "Chrissy," "Okay, Chrissy, we need to seduce a man," Madelyn snapped. "Twenty nine; 6'2"; taken, Spanish and hot," "Oh," Chrissy seemed to be baffled. "How hot exactly?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

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.

The Private Show Intro- Maddie is a stripper and she does about anything to make money! Maddie's P.O.V. The VIP customer clapped his hands and the music volume went up. “Dance.”He commands and i do just that after all this was a paid private show.

Without even bothering to get to know who I am first, she's already insinuating that I might be one of the sluts fucking with the jerk next to her. “Forgive me darling,” she chirps to me and flashes her teeth in a wide smile as she springs up on a kneeling position on the sofa, stretching forth her hand to me. Tiny tattoos of black flowers and star constellations are scattered beautifully from her wrist all the way up to her arm. “I am Madison, but you can call me Maddie,” she introduces herself. Her facial expression crunches into a slight scowl of disapproval as she scrutinizes my outfit with her winter blue eyes, “I bet you have a smexy body hidden right underneath all that, right?”