Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

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.

I can hand over Aleng Madielaine to the police but there's a side of me that I want to know her life, her profile and her problem. // WyByCa

He had to foresee the well-being of the members and made sure they never lack. He just needs one more thing to get Edward Crayon down on his feet forever. He had sworn that Edward Crayon would never have peace until he dies. He doesn’t care if he was the father of his wife. ***** When it was time for Madeline to leave for home, she picked up her bag from the table and took her phone from it to call Tina who was making sure that the staffs do their jobs diligently. On the first ring, Tina picked up the call and said.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

It was what I was supposed to do when dancing with someone from a higher station than myself. Mr. Irson flushed slightly and I realized that I'd just paid him a compliment. I'd just thanked him not as a servant, but as a superior. Sophie motioned the woman inside the room while Mr. Irson headed out. “Zoey, this is Claudia Rigel,” Sophie said, motioning to the woman. “The best designer in Paradisa.” “Oh, you flatter me,” the woman replied, but she did not blush. Instead, she turned and looked me over. “Strip, please.”

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.

" Wade Roberto's voice was laced with anger. They were all sitting at the dining table. Wade Roberto glared at Daisy, who quickly gave her the disapproving look. "Wade, I know we asked you to marry but that doesn't mean you have to marry her?" Mrs Angela said, pointing lecherously at Daisy. "I was preparing a beautiful damsel for you." "Tracy, come on out." Mrs Angela called out. Just then Tracy Molly, a beautiful lady, walked out of Mrs Angela's room. Her beauty wasn't to be questioned. "C'mon turn around and show Wade those beautiful curves." Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully.

Emma, Diana's daughter screamed. “What's going on here?” I asked with a smile. “Mommy, I'm a celebrity. Look!” Madison shrieked rushing into the living room. I followed her into the living room to see what they were so happy about and Madison was on TV. “Now six year old Madison Adler, daughter of the young and rising designer Cassandra Adler has recently received a little over eighteen million likes, over an old photo her mother recently shared on her I*******m page.” “Oh these people can be so nosy” Lola stated.

I kind of told her that I liked her, but she would not believe me. "I am not jealous of Michelle Morris. Why would I be jealous of her? She is a beautiful supermodel. I can't compete with her, and I do not care. I am happy the way I am. I am happy to be single and a successful businesswoman!" Maddie says angrily. So forgot about her so-called fiancé from last night. I knew they were not a couple. "Then what about your boyfriend? What's his name? Lucas? I thought you were engaged," I say. I knew Lucas was not her boyfriend or her fiancé. She did not look at him with love in her eyes. Madeline realises her mistake.