Madeline Armitage Novels & Stories

Of course, I plan to go but I haven’t been able to tell Sir Vescinzo. “All right, let’s go straight there” I said as I got my phone inside my pocket. I texted Tito Vescinzo since I live with him. We arrived home less than thirty minutes. Aleng Madielaine came up to us sweeping she looks normal but when you get to know her more you will really know her real illness. “Mary!” It said cheerfully and approached me. She hugged me tightly as if there is no tomorrow. I smiled as we let go of the hug. I won’t visit her for a few days.

But that didn't mean everything that came after was some attempt to recreate or compensate for that loss. Madeline was not my redemption project. She was a completely different woman from Aria in every imaginable way. Where Aria had been young and dreamy, Madeline was mature and resilient. Where Aria had been sheltered and innocent, Madeline had fought battles I could barely even comprehend.

It was obvious now I wasn't the only one who lived to see Madeline smile. For as big a hard ass as Loretta could be, she, too, was a pushover when it came to her daughters. Madeline had already told me the story more than once, and even showed me photos of her and Maggie's sweet sixteenth birthday present from their mama. A trip to New York. For a woman from a small town making a modest living working at a feed store, I could only imagine such a trip must've taken years to save up for. But it was Madeline's dream to visit the art galleries of New York, and with Maggie's interest in the culinary world, she was just as excited about visiting some of the world famous restaurants there. So Mama

In the art studio, Madelyn was distracted while Dalton sat in her arms, behaving obediently without moving. Madelyn picked up the paintbrush and unconsciously tore apart numerous sheets of paper. Margaret remarked as if seeing through something, "Ms. Jent, are you missing Mr. Jardin?"

“Wow, Thea. You’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” Thea’s face tensed up as she on as Madelyn approached her. She squinted her eyes. “Who are you?” Madelyn said with a beguiling smile, “I’m from the Cadens. My name is Madelyn Caden. I heard Maxine speak of you before. She said you were a beauty who managed to become a grandmaster in a very short amount of time. I didn’t believe her and came to have a look for myself. Seeing you in person, you’re way better than she had described.”

Merely confirming Lydia had not suffered a dangerous miscarriage was not enough—he needed solid proof. Madeline stepped out of the café, grabbed a bite for lunch, and headed to Oralia. Her current project, "Still Life with Flowers and Fruit," was nearing completion. It was a beast of a task, one she reckoned could not be rushed in under a week. Yet, Madeline was far from weary. She reveled in the challenge, echoing Bella's sentiment from years past—she was born for that craft. "If your grandma could see you now, she'd be over the moon," Dallas Scott beamed at Madeline as she walked into Oralia.

Madeline clicks her tongue and laughs, "Arman, did Cristella's boyfriend try to steal something from you? Perhaps Elisha had a master plan all along. She took advantage of her sister, who in turn took advantage of the unfortunate man, and now look—" Arman yelled angrily at her, “SHUT YOUR MOUTH, MADELINE! AND GET OUT OF HERE!” Madeline's face contorted into a grimace as her eyes drifted downward, and she heaved a sigh before saying, "Fine, I get it. This woman brings out the soft side in you, and it makes me wonder what became of the Arman I've known for the better part of my life. Was he already gone?!" Arman motioned his men to take Madeline outside, and Madeline growled at them, “I can wa

Maybe the name Mathilda suited me after all, a plain name for an ill-tempered girl living in a sad convent. The Convent of Saint Agatha was in the far end land of the province of Hemsworth. The compound of towering Victorian architecture was in the middle of acres of forest and an endless angry sea called Courbet. The convent was self-sufficient. We have our own field of crops, a barn house full of livestock, a dispensary with Sister Teresa’s own brewed medicine, and workshops where we made our own garments, footwear, and the occasional banned cosmetics. The sisters had a mantra that “the life here in the convent is a blessing given by Saint Agatha, the selfless…” so no one dared flee this p

To the home she had worked so hard to build for him, for all of them. Surely, there was no way he would want to ruin all that she had worked so hard to build for him. Madeline refused to believe her ears, she would not listen to anything Arthur said, until she heard from the horses mouth. Her brows furrowed and the veins in her hands and forehead became evident. Madeline Dankworth barely ever showed her anger, but whenever she did, it was never a beautiful sight to see. She was halfway through the corridor when a familiar female figure stomped out of a room in front of her. Their eyes met, and Madeline frowned all the more.

The picture didn't suit Madeline in the slightest but she didn't want to get ahead of herself but everytime the damn positive pregnancy test came to mind, it always made her heart race and her anxiety to rise up. She drank her soda and tapped her feet on the hard pavement. Her damp hair stuck to her cheeks like glue and all she wanted right now was to have a relaxing hot bath and sleep nessled in Kane's warm embrace. She looked up to see Gabriela Campbell, a famous model and apparently her own designer appear on a billboard. All of her designs were legendary and known in the fashion industry. It was a sight to see both a designer and a model in one body. At one point, Madeline thought of bec