Madeline Armitage Novels & Stories

“Yeah, well, sheathe your knives, I’ve got an idea.” “Well, let’s hear it.” “Abigail has a few photos of her mother, but why don’t you have Raven paint a portrait of her? I think Abby would be very touched by that.” Madison’s eyes widen with delight. “Brilliant idea. I think she’ll like that even better than a portrait of herself,” she says and pokes her tongue out at me childishly before she laughs again. Her intercom chirps. “Hold on,” she says as she presses the button. “Yes?”

However, just like in every teen movie out there, there will always be at least one maverick who has no interest in conforming to the 'school rules. You might have guessed it already but yes, I was the maverick in question, but it wasn't just me, I had companions. Andy and Chris have always been my partners-in-crime so people barely batted an eye at their choice, but the one whose decision really left them flabbergasted was none other than Maddie. Madeline Baltimore, the only child of the Baltimores, was widely known for her good temper, gentility as well as beauty. She was literally the model of what I thought a real socialite should look like.

"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.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

a lady added. "Madam Mainline is truly fortunate, with such outstanding children. I hear the fourth young miss is also very beautiful!" another lady said. Hearing the compliments, Madeline's heart swelled with joy. She was the only Madam of the Pendleton family! Sophia was even more proud, thinking, with such accomplished siblings, what could Aurora, an unwanted orphan, compare to her? Amid the bustling conversation, a servant hurried in, announcing, "The Fairbanks have arrived."

"Who's humiliating whom? Amari, man up. Don't worry! With me here, if the Webster family dares lay a hand on you, I'll personally take responsibility. You shouldn't waste the devotion that woman gave up her life for." Amari's eyes flickered twice before he gritted his teeth. "Alright. I'll follow you into madness one more time. No matter what happens, I want to declare my feelings to Maddie." Andrew grinned, "Maddie? That's her name, right?" Amari blushed, "Her name is Madeline Webster. She's from the same generation as Patriarch Donovan." Andrew raised his thumb. "Amari, you're incredible. Loving someone for that long takes real guts. If I'd been you, I'd have had grandkids by now."

AUTHOR'S POV. MAGDALENE’S MANSION In the beautiful mansion of Magdalene, a beautiful lady of about twenty five years, came down from the stairs. Her fair skin radiated her beauty and her slender legs, made her look more like a model. “ Are you heading somewhere, Adeline?” Magdalene asked, dragging her gaze from the newspaper in her hand to her daughter. “ I just want to stroll out. Am I not permitted?” Adeline pouted.

Madeline sat on a chair in her living room. A cucumber eye pad could be seen on her face. There were also some maids kneeling on the floor; they were performing manicures and pedicures for her. Madeline had always cared about her beauty, even before she gave birth to her children. Beauty and fashion were things she didn't joke about. "Ma'am. The informant is here." A maid came into the room and said,. Tell him to come in. She said, before taking her hands away from the maids, that she removed the cucumber and dismissed the maids. "Where is it?" She asked as soon as he entered.

“ I have hope that Delia will come back to us, “ I said to Madeline who sighed. “ But the Ceremony is fast approaching and preparations are supposed to have started, “ Madeline said. Madeline was someone I respected a lot because she had a close relationship with our family, hence, the reason why we were on a first-name basis. No doubt she had aged over the years but one could tell she was really beautiful when she was young. But Maeve’s beauty on the other hand was on another level. She was breathtaking. Whenever I was around her it was like we were two magnets attracted to each other.

“B-because the master cherishes his paintings a lot and he would get angry I-if you remove them.” Madeline laughed. They should start getting used to her giving orders from now on. Since she has no choice but to accept this marriage, she should as well have the power to change things as his wife. She can’t just be someone’s wife in name only. She must make this house look like how her parent’s house was when her mother was still alive. It was so homey and comfortable that you wouldn’t desire to leave at first sight. Was it the flowers in the garden, the wallpapers and paintings, the color of the rooms, or even the pieces of furniture? They were all homey and comfortable.