Madeline Pages Novels & Stories

“Wow, Thea. You’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” Thea’s face tensed up as she on as Madelyn approached her. She squinted her eyes. “Who are you?” Madelyn said with a beguiling smile, “I’m from the Cadens. My name is Madelyn Caden. I heard Maxine speak of you before. She said you were a beauty who managed to become a grandmaster in a very short amount of time. I didn’t believe her and came to have a look for myself. Seeing you in person, you’re way better than she had described.”

" Madeline felt as though she could still hear those touching words from him. However, the more she thought of it, the more hilarious and pathetic she realized it was. She grabbed a pair of scissors and destroyed all of the jewelry and designer clothing that she hadn't even touched before throwing them into the trash. Every snip was firm and decisive. The suitcase started filling up with her belongings, but ironically, her heart grew emptier instead. It felt as though a hole had been torn in the walls of her heart, and a cold draft was blowing in through that hole. She suppressed the melancholy in her heart and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. There was a diary inside with yellowing

Read again, then paused once more. When a sentence touched something inside her about how coming home does not always mean returning to the same address she took a small notebook from her bag and wrote slowly. “Take it slow,” she murmured, barely audible, as if soothing herself. A librarian passed by a middle-aged woman with thin glasses and a smile that was never excessive. She paused briefly at the end of Madeline’s table. “Is the book a good fit?” she asked softly, keeping her voice low. Madeline nodded. “It is. Not heavy.”

May said with a soft smile while recalling the past. "She was strikingly beautiful, a perfect replica of her mother. She was truly stunning. But alas… Ms. Madison had a tragic fate—she never married." "Never married? Then how did Nelly…" "Ah, so you already know about this part?" May smiled knowingly. "Ms. Madison pursued acting in her youth and became an actress. She had little contact with the family after that. I still remember that fateful snowy day when Ms. Madison returned, clutching a baby in her arms.

I tell Madi. She looks around, I groan. We remembered everything else except for props. “I left it somewhere, I can’t remember, let’s forget the book.” She says, I can see she is flustered. The great Madison Lane has forgotten something, she doesn’t like it. I make a note to remember she doesn’t like failing at something.

Madden finished his record. It was a Wednesday in October when he called Kade and said he wanted to bring something to the house. He came that evening with Eloise, which suggested this was significant, and he put a manuscript on the kitchen table. Printed, bound with a clip, three hundred and twelve pages of the kind of dense, precise language that I recognized as Madden's. He looked at Kade. He looked at me. "Read it," he said. "Both of you. All of it."

I had been walking toward the window when the air in the room shifted. I turned to her, stunned. “You think I’d never figure it out?” she demanded. “I saw those pages from the diary you tried to hide for years.” She rose from the bed, glaring at me with fury. Then she turned, opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out two pages I’d hoped no one would ever see. “It’s Madeline’s diary, isn’t it?” she hissed, holding the papers up. “She talks about you in detail, doesn’t she?”

I traced the curve of her waist to her ass better and added the finishing details to her legs and the ocean washing up to it. It was almost perfect. All it needed to look exactly like the original was color but I didn't color my drawings. I never had, I had never thought painting it would make it better, either. But every time I drew Madelaine, I wanted the color to be in there. I shut my drawing book and kept it safe away from the water. Madelaine’s eyes were still closed, she must have fallen asleep. “Are you sleeping?” I asked, and she groaned, opening her eyes groggily.

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

I chuckled, "How can you say so?" "First, I wasn't born yesterday to believed that kind of lie at the same time thought nothing happened the two of you. I am completely aware, Andy. Second, look at yourself. I am not an idiot to think he took off your clothes and change it because nothing change at all!" Madeline tell me all of her conclusions at once. I shouldn't be surprised because knowing her? Madeline is not easy to deceive since we're college, everyone trying to compete with her and nobody win because she's wise and still carry that attitude.