Madeline Armitage Novels & Stories

"From the start, something felt off. During your time at Madison's estate, did you ever see women who resemble you—Hunt's breeders?" Poly shook her head. "I've never seen them." "Young Madison adored Alpha Bentley, the late commander, but he mated with Airella from the Doyle family. Madison harbors a deep hatred for those who resemble Airella." "She collects such women, makes them Hunt's breeders, and after they have his children, she persecutes them. You also resemble Airella, especially with that red mole on your lip." "So when we learned Madison 'rescued' you in Fairfax County, we suspected more than met the eye. We planned to have Craig sketch you and investigate in Fairfax County. And t

Upon understanding his meaning, his subordinates calmed down and were no longer dissatisfied with his decision of letting Madeline participate in the chairperson election. Seeing this, Stephen nodded with satisfaction and then waved to the assistant behind him. The assistant nodded knowingly, walked to the conference room’s door and opened it. Then everyone in the conference room heard a sound of high heels coming from outside, which got closer and closer. Sydney pursed her red lips and stared coldly at the door of the conference room. After a while, Madeline appeared in her sight. She wore a lady’s suit and her hair was tied in a ponytail, which made her look like a tough businesswoman. But

eather furniture, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a desk that could have doubled as a dining table. And standing beside the window, hands zip-tied in front of her and terror in her eyes, was a teenage girl with her father's features. "Madeline Hartley, meet Aria Moretti," Marcus said casually, like he was introducing colleagues at a cocktail party. "Mrs. Moretti has come to negotiate your release." "Are you hurt?" I asked the girl, ignoring Marcus. Madeline shook her head, but I could see bruises on her wrists where the zip ties had been too tight. She'd been crying recently. Her eyes were red and swollen.

I’m looking for two people I hope not to see: my father and Liam. So far, neither has shown. Relief uncoils in my chest like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. But before I can fully relax, a sudden commotion erupts beside me. A cluster of Alphas practically stampedes toward Jasper. “Alpha Jasper!” one says breathlessly, dragging a girl—likely his daughter—by the arm. “You must meet Madeline. She’s just turned twenty-two.” “Alpha, this is my niece—brilliant cook, sings like a siren—”

"What variable is agitating your wolf, little mate? Does your memory retain her profile?" "My mind is sorting through the past data, Logan. Winters ago, during my initial training cycles at the Citadel university, a female named Madison Lawson occupied the upper classes. She was two winters ahead of my track, and her claws possessed a legendary talent for fashioning ceremonial garments and armor. Her line originally migrated from the Barnes sector. During my opening winter cycle, our spirits joined forces to compete in a grand design tournament hosted by the pack elders. Her skills were absolute perfection. My mind calculated she would dominate the trade lodges as a master artisan, but the r

"There's no elevator. That going to be a problem?" "No." "You cook?" "Yes." "Good, because I'm terrible." Another pause. "You want to see it Friday?" "I'll be there Thursday." She laughed. It was a good laugh — the kind that came from somewhere real. "Thursday it is." Madeline Torres was thirty-four, a high school art teacher with paint permanently on her forearms and the most direct gaze I had ever encountered on a stranger. She opened the door on Thursday afternoon, looked at me — visibly pregnant, one duffle bag over each shoulder, standing in her hallway like something the wind had deposited — and said, "You look like you've been driving for a week."

But before Madin can rise to his fit, Arthur pulls him back down, forcing him to sit again. “How old are you?” Arthur asks abruptly. Madin, who is actually 22, hesitates before lying. “I am twenty-seven, my lord.” Arthur studies him, his expression unreadable. “I see. So, we’re the same age,” he says quietly, his voice tinged with something unspoken. “What is your name?” Arthur asks again. “Marsel Myaraman,” Madin lies once more. His life has always been one of deception. Arthur’s gaze lingers on him, his heart pounding unreasonably fast. Why does this stranger make him feel so restless, so vulnerable? And yet, when he touches him, a strange calm overtakes him.

“You're late.” “What kept you-” I turn back to see she’s not alone. "Who's this?" I am immediately up and gauge the woman, noticing her grey, not red hair. I look back at Aunt Funda. “Why did you bring a human into my room?” "Your Empress, this is Madeline Bustlier.” Aunt Funda smiles stiffly. “She’s a candidate for your handmaid." "It’s Maddie,” The woman corrects and turns to me. “A pleasure, Empress Anastasia." And she lifts her head to smile.

Others didn’t pay attention to their bantering, as this was a common occurrence for them. Although Madeline looked fragile with her small frame of 5 feet 5 inches and a doll-like, innocent, and cute face, she was fierce and cruel when it came to duels. She could easily bring down a full-grown wolf of almost five times more than her size and weight.

“Alright. But remember, I’ll always be right beside you.” Madeline exhaled deeply and opened the car door. The crisp morning air brushed against her face, clearing away the last traces of drowsiness and fear. She took a steady breath and walked toward the building’s entrance. Every glance directed her way from the staff no longer unsettled her. Today, she wasn’t just Nathaniel’s wife known for her title. She was the General Manager of ARS Corporation and she was ready to prove it.