Romans & histoires Maddy Perez

"Scarlett." ******

" 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.

"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.

While I don't so much approve of the man's attitudes in several respects, he would be very lucky to have her, and anyone in this room can agree with that. "Honey it's the truth" Winter says "Look at you, you are beautiful, any man would be lucky to have you" my friend gives her a sweet look that leaves her thoughtful. "But what if..." Maddy continues. "But nothing" Esmeralda crushes her doubts with her bare hands, and then gives her a serious look "Go after your man once and for all" "Will you really" she stands up reluctantly. "Now" we all shout, and Maddy leaves the room in a leap to solve her problem.

"it's been five minutes peter, what are you still doing in there honey?" called the average lady about thirty years knocking on the men's restroom door. On her right stood a young girl about the age of nine. Brunette long ponytail, dark green eyes and thin lips. The woman groomed in a short purple dress, a long black coat and black heels. Curly blonde hair that went down her shoulders, light blue eyes and goldilocks lips. on her left held a small purple hand bag and smart cellphone.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

One person. 'Madie!'

he finishes. The Alpha seems conflicted. I don’t know what he is thinking other than wanting to protect his sister. “How old is Maddie?” I ask. “She just turned 20 not too long ago; how old was Louise?” he asks quietly. “Just turned 20 not too long ago,” I reply.

I feel like I’m going to have a fever just because of that. "Stop it, the elders are with us," I scolded. "What about it? As if we're having a secret affair. It's okay." I stifled a smile and ended up shaking my head. “Elena, you're the singer at Morris and I's wedding, huh?" Maddy said excitedly as we exited. "Okay..." I smiled. "I'll sing in yours too," she joked. "My wedding is not a children's party, Maddy. You can just sing for your fiance," said Rage

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.