Madeleine Phantasms Novels & Stories

Madeleine's heartbeat increased, a horrible scream erupting from within her lips as she jolted awake from a nightmare where her Tate was dying all over again, right before she got caught and raped by those disgusting scavengers. Her breath came out in short and laboured pants, feeling her skin sticky and damp with sweat as her eyelids fluttered for a few moments, adjusting to the bright light coming from above.

“Remember to stay quiet after I start the ritual. You can only speak at the appointed times. Call me ‘mother’ to indicate my role. Gods like obedient children.” Madison changed again. Her smooth skin seemed to fade away. My eyes widened as I saw scars start to appear on her body. Slashes and burns emerged from her pale, flawless skin. A large scar on her stomach was crossed by claw marks. She looked sad and embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe she actually was the Phantom.

Tom doesn’t return home for the night. On my burner phone I track April on social media via the burner phone and a fake account. Although her account is private, she lets me view it. It’s picture after picture of her and Tom, or her and gifts from Tom, or her and places Tom has taken her. A few of the pictures are taken outside the mental hospital. The captions under each post are hauntingly painful. There’s pictures with each other’s families and friends. Groups of people in the comments gushing over how in love they are.

However, we walk from the resting one to another which seems to be the kitchen. "And there is Madeleine." Says Ola, one of her hand leaving her behind so she can point at the lady that I, too, right in front of me. The one that she called Madeleine hasn't noticed that we are in the room, or so, it seems. She is singing to a melodious tune that she's playing in her head, mentally. Her body sways with the tune, as well. Frankly, she looks very happy a being. For some qualities I see in her, I am doubting her type of specie. I cannot tell if she is a Vamoiee or a Human, or who knows what, except, well, Ola here who can tell me?

Jaelyn glanced at her and said, "Do you think you can still get away? This past week, your grandmother and I arranged blind dates for Royce, Brodie, Carsen, and you!" Madeleine cleared her throat and said, "I will join the film crew the day after tomorrow, and I estimate that it will take at least three months before I can come back." Tabitha asked, "New play?" Madeleine nodded, "Spy film, I played the leading actress, portraying an undercover agent." "I don't care about this, is the male lead Kristian?" Madeleine. “...Grandma, you were so unreasonable, not caring about me, but caring about a playboy! What is there to care about a scumbag?"

She looked at Mona and exhaled heavily, “Do you know of a magic that could create a puppet version of a person?” “Yeah of course there is. You could use some medium for example wax, clays or sands.. so it would look like you except for the fact that you wouldn’t be harmed even if the puppet is destroyed.” “And if they are destroyed, those puppet will return to the medium it was used?” Rose saw Mona who nodded her head up and down, appearing confused as to how she knew about this. Rose massaged her forehead and sat down to her couch. She could see it would be useless for her to chase after the maid, especially when she would be long gone by now.

He came to realize how desperate he was to save trivia 's life, yet still, his very own life in the hands of a woman who betrayed him years ago was the best choice he could make. “Good enough..you but not solid, you will not become a slave to me? When exactly did you slave away? When you see me, that's all you see? Wicked magic and sorcery! Witches flying over on broomsticks and yanking out propels souls to eat? Having people's fingers for dinner just to maintain our beauty because we mainly look like ogres?” Faedra asked her gaze stone cold while she filled in her complaints; she still couldn't believe that all he saw was her as nothing other than an evolving monster.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

She went to light three candles which she had anointed with oils, herbs, and scribed her intentions into them. She also burned her ancestral money and spoke the spell of gratitude. Once her offering was accepted, she was famished. She adorned her black lace undergarments and sky blue pajama set. She made her way downstairs to see the girls in the kitchen and joined them in preparing dinner, with a little magic of course. The girls left all the ingredients out for strawberry lemonade cupcakes and cherry dump cake. She also grabbed a couple of peaches to do a split dump cake. The girls all agreed.

He was sitting in his own chair, eating the special meal I had prepared for him while Grandma was talking to him, telling funny things about her childhood, while I was blankly busy with the laptop in front of me. I saw nothing but the progress of my cafe's website, where there were no visitors, no one ordering online or just browsing. I sighed softly, staring at my phone that was on because of the notification from the email from the bank that my instalment payment was approaching the due date. I closed my eyes in frustration and pressed my head with my fingers. In my head, I imagined someone coming up with a lot of money and rescuing me from this hell hole; it would be fantastic. All of thi