Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

When I found out that my daughter, Yvonne Miller, was selling her body, I was devastated. I couldn't imagine my beloved daughter in bed with an ugly old man. I was disgusted by the mere thought of it. I found out about this when I accompanied one of my clients to a nightclub. The pimp, Maria Cunningham, brought in several scantily-dressed young women, and I recognized one of them. I had seen her plenty of times on Yvonne's social media. She was her classmate, Hermione Stone.

He quickly extracted all the data he could from Clarice's computer, including her encrypted private album. It contained countless images of the decadent lifestyle she had led when she was studying abroad. She was notorious for being a mistress and loved being part of large parties. There was even a recorded audio of her bribing a professor. “Maybe soon you will know that what goes around, comes around.” Liam smirked before saving all of the documents he had accessed. It was well into midnight by then. Clarice was enjoying a face mask session while scrolling through social media when a strange message popped up on her computer.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

A nearly empty cup of tea rested cooling on her wooden box, serving as her coffee table. Another story about Maddy filled her screen. Of course. This one had originated from a mainstream business magazine, and its bold letters announced: "Maddison Carter: The Engineering Whiz Who is Changing Harrison Enterprises from the Inside." Jenna’s thumb slid down the touchscreen of her mobilephone, past paragraphs chock-full of praise. Just everybody, literally everybody, thought Maddison was a genius. Because she had been strong, because Maddison didn’t let all those bad rumors go by without blowing it off. And because her work on Sky-Piercer had been exceptional so far.

Madeline's POV I found the correctional officer myself. Her name was in the affidavit because legal filings require names, which was Graham's first mistake. Her name was Sandra Obi, formerly of Riverside Correctional's security division, currently living in a suburb forty minutes from Havenport. I had her on the phone by eleven that morning. She picked up on the fourth ring, and I did not give her time to hang up. "My name is Madeline Crawford," I said. "You just filed an affidavit against me in civil court. I would very much like to know how much Graham Pierce paid you for it."

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'

’ He studied her, and she confessed that she hadn't cast a spell yet, just jused her will. Raven pulled her into the protection of his strong arms. ‘You are a very powerful witch if you can. I already knew when I felt your energy. ‘ ‘As powerful as you?’ she asked, giving him a serious look. ‘You cannot deny that you have a lot of power, even if you never show it. I feel it is so.‘ He grinned and kissed her head. ‘Just as powerful,’ he promised her. Rodolf had learned that Maddie was a distant descendant of the queen Frava, who was the daughter of the moon goddess Arianrhod and the forest god Donard.