Madeleine Phantasms Novels & Stories

Should she really? 'Of course, I should. I'm an explorer, and explorers explore. Duh.' Madeline slowly peeked my head on the alleyway. There are no clowns here, are there? It's not Halloween. She waited a bit more for something to show up but there was none. Was she imagining things? She was such a creative girl. Good job, Madie. But then she heard it again. It was like a bang on metal, something hitting something. Was someone there? An animal? A pet?

"Otherwise I will tell everything to Shah Zain that for what purpose you married Shah Zain, and that you are betraying him." Very cleverly, Hassan was blackmailing her. While to Minal it seems she never saw such a bastard man in her life before. "Tell him, I'm not getting scared of your threats." Minal glared at him without any fear. "See girl, it's you who will be destroyed, you know Shah Zain will only believe in what I say to him and he will not spare a moment to get you out of this home." Hassan was trying to threaten her so to force her speak about Noor. But Minal wasn't getting afraid of his threats.

“I had a slight headache that day,“ I admitted. It was partially true. Aiden's revelation of having been stalking me for the past three months did give me a slight headache. Zagreb's fingers brushed my cheeks. “You don't feel sick anymore.“ Shit. Get your fucking hands off me! “Yes, I'm all better now. Thanks for your concern.“ Right on cue, Constance walked in. “Doctor, your first patient has arrived.“ “Send her in.“ Turning to face Zagreb, I added, “I have a patient now. If you don't mind.“ “Sure. I'll be taking my leave. I'll see you after your shift is over?“

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I shut my eyes as tight as possible against the agitation that tried to intervene upon my black personal madness. "Everything alright?" Abelard queries worriedly. I open my eyes and sigh, placing the teacup back on the coffee table. Standing up from my seat, I stressfully drag my body to the balcony, when I lean my body against the black railings I take in the beautiful night sky view of Paris. "Gabriella?" Abelard's soft voice calls out my name.

Felix looked at Maeve, his face filled with suspicion. Maeve saw Felix looking at her and deliberately gave him a gentle smile, but Felix turned away with an icy expression. In the end, he called my number. However, I did not answer. He did not call again, but he sent me a message. Felix: [Maeve is alright now. You'd better figure out how to explain to me why your cake has peanut butter in it.] I did not reply. Felix walked around anxiously because he felt that things were going out of control.

The doubts clawed at my mind, taunting me with the possibility that I had been deceived, that my compassion had been misplaced. But the tangled web of secrets did not end there. The eavesdropped conversation between Alpha Weston's mother and a mysterious figure shrouded in shadows echoed through my thoughts. The revelation of a spell cast upon her own son, a spell whose purpose remained a haunting mystery, twisted my perception of the world around me. How deep did the darkness run? What other secrets were concealed within the walls of our pack?

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Obsidian was the most well-known — an exclusive, members-only club that carried a certain reputation in certain circles. Eden had never been, but she knew enough to understand it wasn’t the kind of place that appeared in travel guides. She closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, trying to ignore the strange flutter in her chest. At exactly 6:55 p.m. the next evening, Eden stood outside the penthouse door on the 42nd floor of a sleek glass building. She smoothed down her black pencil skirt and adjusted the collar of her white blouse, making sure she looked every bit the professional she was.

She realized that the Goddess was making fun of her but then how long would they cry and mourn over the lives they had lost? “Please give Hayden back to me” Madeleine repeated herself and Selene said, “Louder please” “Give me Hayden!!!!” Madeleine screamed and immediately clasped her hands over her mouth. She was horrified that she had almost yelled at the Goddess but Selene did not mind. “Somebody found their voice it seems” Madeleine smiled and turned to look at him. “Come” The Goddess said and Madeleine’s soul drifted towards her. Slowly, they both neared Hayden and Madeleine gently got down on the ground. She wanted to touch him but when she tried to reach for him, her hands went right t