Madeline Miller Novel Novels & Stories

Their love of books was one of, or probably the only thing that binded the two girls together, perhaps other than the fact that they both had lost their mothers shortly after birth, and although Maddie preferred modern day fantasy books—her favorite being the Harry Potter series—to Olive's medieval books, nobody could deny that they were both avid readers. Compared to Olive, Maddie lacked what other teenage girls her age admired in super models . Olive was very tall and curvy, with white-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, deep dimples and a pointed nose that she knew just when to wrinkle to get people to do her bidding. On the other hand, Maddie was short, too short for her fifteen years, and wa

" I just got a call from the precinct... Althea Grace Miller has been released. She isn't at the precinct anymore " Oscar's gaze narrowed and he thought he had heard wrong... " What did you just say?" " Althea has been released Sir..." He felt a loud bang on his head... " What?" __________________ Althea Grace Miller woke up feeling over the moon. She has never gotten this much rest ever before. Its been two days in this magnificent mansion and she must say that this is the best thing ever. All she does is sleep, eat and do nothing. The maids has refused her stepping outside the room as they say the big boss has ordered that she get enough rest.

She thought about asking any of the two but eventually changed her mind. Instead Of asking, Madison just makes her busy with the flowers in his arm and forget about asking them. She still doesn't want to communicate with other people. For her, all they can do for her is offer sympathy, look at her pitifully and try to fix her even though there’s nothing to fix. She doesn't want to feel pitiful. That’s why she refuses to talk with anyone. Remembering about the note she saw, it was a card with a picture of a butterfly that looks very familiar. Opening the note, Madison froze.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, businesses, and incidents are either product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. WARNING: This contains violence, depression, suicide, and self harm. If ever you're reading this, take this as a sign to give yourself a chance to see the bright side of the world :) PROLOGUE "FLORENCEEEEE!" I stepped on the gas even harder hearing Eula's scream.

Madeline could feel her blood boiling. ~~~~ Hey lovely readers. Please leave a comment for this book and vote with gems. Also, follow my goodnovel account. Love and kisses!

For some reason, Yvonne had not been to school for a long time, yet she still held a spot in the Math Olympiad training class. As the exam time approached, Madelyn passed the time by reading a novel in Etlinish. Her tutor had mentioned that reading could help increase her knowledge. She used to struggle to even begin a novel, but now she could understand most of it. It was lunchtime, and Madelyn was eating her prepared lunch when Jadie came over, carrying a book in her arms. "How've you been lately, Madelyn? Last time Zach and I went to the hospital to see you, the doctor said you'd left. We planned to visit you at the Arnold residence, but we never found the time. I'm sorry."

Madeline’s POV Coming home tonight feels heavier than it ever has before, as if the door we step through is not only the entrance to our house but the fragile line between two worlds, the dark one we left behind at the ocean, where blood and salt mixed with screams, and this bright one, where little hands and innocent questions wait for me. It feels strange to stand here with my heart still beating to the rhythm of waves crashing and sharks circling, yet to hear laughter and footsteps approaching, to be met not with fear but with joy.

Millie says digging through her bag. “Alright,” I say looking back out the window and watching little ants of people walking around. An hour later Millie leaves for her first meeting looking like a sexy little businesswoman. I’m exhausted from the early morning flight so I turn off all the lights, close the shades of the windows, and tuck myself into the stiff bed. Normally I’d complain about a stiff mattress but it’s doing wonders for my tense back. I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland.