Madeline And Meredith Crawford Novels & Stories

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

The headline read; ~~ KIMBERLY SWEETEN, AMERICA'S SWEETHEART, TRADED IN MAXIMILIAN McTAVISH FOR HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER McTAVISH. How could they embarrass me like this? The big rock on her finger told me what I got in the mail earlier was true. Now I couldn't show up at my parents' anniversary party without a date. This was too much to handle. I threw the magazine down and leant back and rested my head on the couch, so I could catch my breath. “Breathe, Meredith, Breathe!” I heard a female's voice behind me, followed by another female's heavy breathing.

She swallowed thinking about it even though she was trying not to and finished up. Meredith walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a Ralph Lauren navy double breasted jacket dress that fell just above her knees. It had gold buttons and she wore a pair of Louboutin black patent leather pumps. She was wearing a simple matching gold jewelry set from Tiffany’s with a necklace, bracelet, and pair of studs. Her hair was pulled up into a sleek ponytail and her make-up was light and flawless.

"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.

Sergei too. And I don’t trust either of them not to challenge me. Madelaine isn’t just Billy’s daughter anymore. She’s mine. And the world will burn before I let anything happen to her. We will be safe in the cabin. Just the two of us. The Mad Doctor and his new obsession. My queen. My beautiful Snow White. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, but I don’t care about anything else anymore. She’s all that matters. I waited long enough until they finished talking, then it was time for us to leave.

Her eyes settled on the rather attractive features in front of her. ‘Oh, Eveline Montgomery. ‘This is the man you fell and yearned for the past dozen years? This very man who cannot even tell right from wrong?’ “Very well then. I shall grant your wish.” Madeline placed the glass down, her tone heavy with mockery. “You must love Meredith Crawford a great deal to go to such lengths for her. So stop beating around the bush and get married already. The two of you surely are a ‘match made in heaven’!”

’ He studied her, and she confessed that she hadn't cast a spell yet, just jused her will. Raven pulled her into the protection of his strong arms. ‘You are a very powerful witch if you can. I already knew when I felt your energy. ‘ ‘As powerful as you?’ she asked, giving him a serious look. ‘You cannot deny that you have a lot of power, even if you never show it. I feel it is so.‘ He grinned and kissed her head. ‘Just as powerful,’ he promised her. Rodolf had learned that Maddie was a distant descendant of the queen Frava, who was the daughter of the moon goddess Arianrhod and the forest god Donard.

The head maid just sighed and pushed Gavin aside as she pushed a pushing cart containing foods inside. “Good morning, My lady.” “Hmm.” Madison stood up and went to the table with her eyes closed. “I already bought your clothes here so you can change here.” “Hmm.” “Also, your mother dropped by here with a lot of gifts for you.” “Hmm- huh?” Madison’s sleepy eyes went wide open as Gavin just raised both of his eyebrows and went inside the shower. “She was here?” “Yes, My lady.” “With what?” “A lot of gifts, my lady.”

Meredith was just squeezing orange juice and put some jam on the toasts, preparing her niece's favorite breakfast, at the same time making coffee with ham and cheese sandwiches for herself. Meredith wasn't an ugly woman - she was of medium height, with slim and athletic body, had shoulder-length raven-black hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with pale complexion, making her the real personification of Snow White. Men were often highly interested in her, but she knew it was not necessarily because of beauty. Meredith was a sorceress, and that was what she considered to be the main lure. Meredith was born in a well-known family, which gave her a peculiar charm which no creature could resist.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.