Madeline Books Novels & Stories

Not because anything was wrong. Nothing was wrong. In fact, things were going perfectly. Yet somehow Madeline had gotten more words out of him in thirty seconds than I had during the entire drive. The realization sat unpleasantly in my chest. I followed them inside. Kai's room was upstairs. The moment Madeline opened the door, the kid froze. The room looked like a dinosaur museum exploded. Books. Toys. Posters. Pillows. A blanket covered in cartoon dinosaurs. Even a lamp shaped like a T-Rex.

Gabriela's POV Okay. This is out of my hands now. I have no idea what is she doing here because as far as I remember, I didn't even talked to her for months. Well, that's the only way I already know because she's not the typical girl who wanted to get involved in our trouble. Madeline was different from other friends you knew, she is classy, traveler, a little bit artistic and perfectionist. Maddy is quite the woman who would see in classy celebrations.

She needs space to process. “You were right, they really are dangerous. My father, my brother and my grandfather’s enemies. I never realised the lengths my father and brother would go to get their hand on what belonged to the twins and me,” Madeline says. “They are, and that’s why you’re here. Safe. Not just in this house, Maddie. Safe with me. No one gets close without my knowledge. Nobody harms you or the kids while I’m around,” I said quietly. Her jaw tightens.

Curious Rose immediately opened what was written inside the book, extremely curious on what her grandmother had write inside that caused everyone to see her as insane. As she opened the book, Rose was startled by the drawing of magic circles that was practiced over the book again and again. She saw many kind of magic spells. Noticing one describing to summon animals, summoning creatures, and finally a demon. “Can’t believe that she wrote everything in such a tiny handbook,” whispered Mona who also eyed the book from over her shoulders. Mona noticed how the spells written in the book was familiar to her, except quite a lot few which was noted in scribbles appearing to be another spell which w

" Prince Adrian leaned forward and brought his face close to Prince Adrian's. "I will marry her after you marry Miss Isabelle," Prince Lawrence replied firmly. Edmund's sons and daughter talked until late at night, then they returned to their respective rooms. Elsewhere, a beautiful and slender girl, with golden hair was looking up at the sky to see the bright moonlight. The girl is Madeline, a bookstore owner. Prince Lawrence's hobby is reading books, so he often goes to the bookstore and falls in love with Madeline. They would secretly date in the forrest or at Madeline's house so that Edmund and Emperor Alistair would not find out about their relationship.

I waved my hand at the jars and the ugly books with their skin-like covers. Maddie’s eyes jumped to the shelves. They darted left and right, like a trapped rabbit looking for a hole. She tried to smile. It was a weak, wobbly thing. It did not reach her eyes. “This old stuff?” she said, her voice too high. “It’s nothing. just Herbs and things. For medicine.” Her voice was too light. Too sweet, like rotten honey. “Medicine?” I took another step toward her. My dragon was awake inside me. It was uncoiling, angry and hot. “Is that what you call it? The dark liquid in the little glass vial? The poison meant for my evening tea?”

The girl's heart was pure, and it impressed Eloise. "Why, why? I enjoy reading myself. Books are like windows to the soul. They open your mind and heart to endless possibilities. Wouldn't you agree with me, Madeline?" Madeline partially jolted when she heard her name. She had not expected to be dragged into Eloise's conversation with the American lowlife. However, she forced a smile and nodded. "Of course aunty." Eloise smiled and looked away from her. "Tell me now dear, what books do you enjoy reading?"

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'

"How old are you?" Madeline pointed to the number eight with her tiny fingers. "Eight years, I'm also in the second grade of elementary school. You know Luna, I'm very happy when Sunday has come." "Why?" "Because I can help my parents with selling. You can stop by there too," Madeline pointed to her right and showed many people watching them. "That's my mother in the purple scarf." "Mom! I met Luna!" Madeline shouted at her mother, waving her hand.

Madeline said as she got up from the table feeling pretty upset about the whole thing. As her parents tried to call her back, she ignored and stormed her room, locking the door behind her to prevent anyone from coming in. She waited a while to see if any of her parents followed her upstairs to comfort her but none of them did. Madeline cried to her pillows, making a decision not to care anymore if her parents or friends cared about her or not. She became the rebellious child and didn’t listen to her parents most of the time. One day, Anne’s friends, Kiama, Gemma and Daisy came to visit and as Anne was talking with them, Madeline walked out. Kiama noticed her and said,