Novel & Cerita Madeline Crawford

Her voice was slightly shaky, then her eyes drifted to Sheila’s bed, “And I think you have a serious problem here.” My mind froze when I heard her name. Cordelia Blackwell was a well-known name in our world. Everyone knew her, they steered away from her, even witches. A dark witch for a mate. The thought made me erupt into laughter; I knew I must have looked like a mad man. The Mood Goddess really knew how to find my match. I shook my head, and after calming down I ambled towards her. I knew I was in her personal space, when she tried to step back slightly. Being this close to her, I could feel sparks between us, something was cackling.

You know how much I hate being late to places of importance I sighed Me: the festival starts by sundown Ciara Ciara : well what time is it? I checked the time, it was 5pm Me: okay, we'll go now She squealed and ran to her room She came back with a big blue bag Adrian walked in Adrian : Ciara, why are you dragging that big bag? I chuckled and went to help her with it Ciara: daddy, it's my cameras and picture book. I wanna take pictures and paint the ocean. Also, the things I might need. My teddy, my blankie, some stickers and some gifts for my friends

He looked up in his file to watch a young maid standing over the door, holding a tray of coffee in her hand. “Master your coffee.” She spoke, lowering the tray holding in her hand and showing her both boobs which she hides with the tray. She was showcasing a lot, opening almost half of her shirt. She closed the door and walked towards him, dandling her breasts and inviting him with her eyes.

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.

"Oh, my god! Is that your car? You finally got one?" "Er– no. Not yet. Clair is just letting me borrow this one for today. No car for me yet." I pause and glance behind her. When I don’t see who I’m searching for within eye distance, I look back at Maddy. "Where’s Dex?" "Oh right. Sorry. Come in." Maddy laughs as she steps to the side, giving me room to walk inside. She shuts the door and motions to the stairs. "He’s in his room. I’m glad you’re here cause he has been in such a sour mood. Maybe you can make him feel better."

The floor felt like it had opened up beneath me. His voice cut through the room like a cold blade, each of the words filled with venom "I Reject Rachael Snyder as my Mate. She is just an outcast who no one wants, so why should I be the one to be mated to such an unfortunate being.", Mike growled, stepping off the stage to meet the gaze of everyone present. "Don't be fooled by the name sir. She is an original, that's what the moon goddess told me.", Sari urged him to revoke his sentence but he didn't care any more about it.

“The good news is, she’s single. And just as beautiful as ever.” “What’s the bad news?” “She’s going through… a lot right now.” “I’m not following, Mason,” Allen said as he made himself comfortable in the closest visitor’s chair. “Her name is Madeleine – Maddie,” Mason revealed. “I’ve loved her since the fourth grade, Allen. And I know we connected again for a reason. I can feel it. But like I said, she’s dealing with a lot right now. She recently buried her husband, for starters.”

I said. I tried to think of any similarities between them. Bronwyn loved to read too but she wasn't a nerd—in fact, she gave us a lot of trouble rebelling and moving from party to party when she was in high school, but she’s still a good kid regardless. “How old is she?” Madelaine asked. “She turned nineteen almost two months ago, I guess,” I said. “You guess?” “I’m sure.” “Is she in college? What’s her major?” she asked.

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

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.