Madeline Armitage Novels & Stories

I couldn't shake it. Ever since Olivia had slid that archived college photograph across her desk, the image of Aaron looking at Lauretta with that raw, unforced devotion had been burned onto the back of my eyelids. The heavy oak front door open. Madeline's housekeeper offered a practiced, deferential nod, guiding me straight into the sun-drenched sitting room. It was a space designed to intimidating all antique French furniture and oil paintings meant to project generational stability. Sitting on the velvet sofa, a delicate china teacup balanced perfectly in her hand, was Madeline Carter.

Claude and Norton stood by the entrance to welcome them. Madeline was already in her eighties. She respected them enough to pay Vivian a visit in person. They had to be courteous. "Nice to meet you, Madam Madeline," Claude said politely with a wide smile on his face, as Madeline stepped out of her car. She was dressed up elegantly. "Likewise, Mr. Richards," Madeline also greeted with a smile. She was in high spirits and still looking healthy. Carmella was dressed in a suit and had light makeup on. She smiled politely at them. She had a tall and thin figure. She looked elegant and confident. It wasn't hard to tell that she was a stylish and modern career woman at first glance.

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

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'

“My apologies, Miss Crawford. I’ve misunderstood you.” “My name’s Eveline Montgomery. You can call me Miss Montgomery.” Madeline smiled softly. “I don’t blame you for telling the truth.” She walked toward Old Master Whitman and broke into a smile. “That was cheeky, Grandfather. I didn’t know you could speak such coherent sentences already.” Old Master Whitman responded with a deep gaze. “You’ve been wronged again, my child.” Madeline shook her head with a smile. “Misunderstandings tend to unfurl sooner or later. I don’t mind being misunderstood, but I’m afraid not everyone is willing to admit to their mistakes when the truth is written in front of them.”

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

the flirt uttered. Sam lifted her head and managed to take a glance at her. D*rn, she knew the woman. That was the only daughter of a famous business tycoon, Lance Swan. Her name was Madeline and she was a h*ck of a gorgeous lady. Even Samantha adored her looks. She felt defeated. If this was Albert's new girl, then she was really nothing compared to her. Long blonde hair. Blue eyes. Pouted plum lips. Sharp pointed nose. Figure as beautiful as a lingerie model.

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

The woman sitting across from us in the fortified compound looked nothing like the mother Damien had mourned for years. I held Damien’s hand tightly as we sat in the quiet study of Marcus Vance’s estate. The room smelled of old wood and leather, with soft lamplight casting long shadows across the walls. Madeline Hale, or whatever name she used now, sat with perfect posture in a high backed chair. Her hair was silver where it had once been dark, and her face carried lines that spoke of years spent in hiding. She was alive, but the woman in front of us was profoundly changed, her eyes carrying a haunted depth that made my chest ache.