Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

“You’re right… Caleb.” She turned and walked away, her heels clicking faintly against the floor. He watched her silhouette retreat, his chest tightening unexpectedly. He should’ve felt nothing but relief at her absence, yet a strange, misplaced compassion gnawed at him. Why do I feel pity… for a villain like Madeline Carter? *** Madeline sat weakly in the doctor’s office, clutching the cold edge of the chair as the result sheet was placed on the desk. “Miss Carter,” the doctor said evenly, “you’re six weeks pregnant.”

Turns out, it's you! "Maybe I should reintroduce myself to you, Ms. Houston." Madeline then straightened her clothes and flashed Lacey a smile as she formally said, "Hello, my name is Madeline Carlton, and I'm Timothy Bloomberg's girlfriend." Lacey looked elsewhere and said faintly, "Ha, I never thought you'd be smarter than I imagined."

She calmed herself and followed behind him. "Mom, my mentor thinks I can enter the top 10 in the competition." "Oh? that's great, you must work hard for it, Madeline." Grace Luther spoke with a doting smile. "I think cousin wanted to join the competition, unfortunately only the person with an exceptional work can be chance to participate in the competition," Madeline revealed as she sends a smile to Adeline. _This girl..._ "Oh, did something happen?" Mr. Luther answered quizzically. "Yes, Dad. Do you know what she painted? She made a painting of a naked man!" Madeline smirked as she revealed this.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

One thing amazing about this room was; that it was quiet and peaceful. “You said this for the millionth time. And it's Miss Madeline not Maddie.” She argued with a fake hint of anger on her face. “Yeah yeah Miss Waters, whatever.” I chuckled and fluttered my eyes close. Madeline Waters was a doctor, who was practicing her house-job for part time. She was my mothers closest friend and one of my best acquaintances or friend, you could say. She was the sweetest out of all the people I knew and basically she knew what I had gone through, that to only a bit of it.

She had just gotten off the phone with Celine and was so annoyed that she left her customer at the club behind. "That’s your fault, too. You got too complacent with her. You were too hopeful that if she just made herself look like Rihanna, Dustin would fall into your trap. Didn’t you notice? That woman got too comfortable with her life as a famous model and Dustin’s fiancée." Madeline said coldly as she sat in her wheelchair. "Where’s my hot tea?" she added, groping for the center table in front of her where the cup was placed. Shane quickly handed it to her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I blinked again, slower this time, then let out a small breath that turned into a short, almost disbelieving laugh, because this had to be a joke. “Actually, I don’t,” I said, pushing myself fully upright now, brushing sand off my legs as I faced her properly. “So maybe start making sense?” Her eyes narrowed, dark and assessing, like she was trying to decide if I was worth the effort or not, and then she lifted her chin slightly, posture straightening even more as she spoke. “I am Madeline Ross. Frederick Ross only daughter.”

Sadie and I have been in Baker now for two months. Going by the names Katie and Nick. Sadie turns eighteen in three days. It’s hard to believe that she is seven months pregnant, but her stomach grows every day. I got a job right away and Sadie wanted to do something besides stay at home all day. I found a way for us to have all the legal documents we would need to become Nick and Katie. Sadie went and decided that she wanted to go and take some classes during the day. Sadie wants to become a counselor to help people. She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help.