Madeline Pages Novels & Stories

“If this is a joke, we’re leaving.” “Do not be untoward,” Madison said, rising. Her smile was poison. “I have a background in the High Arts. I think I can bring a certain… grace… to the chronicle that a Monroe simply lacks.” The director looked at the floor, unable to meet Avery’s eyes.

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Then, he tore the document to shreds and scattered it in the bitter wind, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. "It must be some enemy deliberately messing with me! They know Gigi is the only one in my heart, so they're lying to me, right? She just had stomach problems from malnutrition when she was little. I already spent a fortune buying medicine to treat her! How could it be at the advanced stage? It's absolutely fake!" Marco's expression was miserable. "Boss, the file has the signature of the doctor on duty that night, and there are also... photos from the scene. It really is Miss Gianna—"

Madeline couldn't find her words, and since she was lucky enough to have Robinson looking directly at her when he said those words, she responded with a stiff nod. She spent the next hour reading everything she could find on the food, made tiny notes in a tiny book, memorise the recipe as well write it down, write down the preparation steps as she tried memorising those too, and hope that she doesn't hate herself at the end of it all.

THE SUMMONING CHAPTER 1 The storm outside was putting on a show. Rain rattled the windows, thunder rolled low enough to vibrate the floorboards, and lightning painted the attic in quick, sharp flashes of white. Perfect. I stood barefoot in the center of the chalk circle I’d drawn hours ago, breathing in the cloying mix of candle wax and iron. My hair stuck to my cheeks from the heat of the flames, the air thick with smoke from the incense I’d stolen from Madame Lovain’s locked cabinet.

says Peter peeling the lady away from me “calm down she’s not going anywhere” “Oh gosh I am so sorry” the woman says stepping back from me. She’s about 6 foot tall and looks to be in her sixties with her hair pulled back in a silver bun. “I am Madeline, I was yours and the King’s nanny, when you were all children, Now I care for the Highnesses.” She says a little more solemnly than she was before. “Madeline, can you make some tea please?” Alex asks the woman as she nods and walks away. Alex ushers me into the nearest room which turns out to be a parlour of some sorts.

It was as though he did not even know she was here! Eloise continued to look at Roxanne. While she felt sorry for the young lady, she could not help the curiosity in her too. Something about her soul was young and pure, and Eloise found herself taking a liking to the young woman. "So..." Madeline placed her flute gently on the table as she spoke. "What and what have you achieved? I mean, besides being my son's secretary?" Eloise frowned at Madeline, why was she bent on making a fool out of the young girl?

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

They drove through the dark and empty road until they came into a extremely dark part and the car suddenly screeched loudly. Madeline sat on the edge of their bed starting at some work files on the bed. She didn't know where to start from today. She has been working on so many files for the past days since she resumed work again but this set of files are so complicated that mere looking at them was giving her headaches.

Now he was finally setting free of his inner demons. With one final push, all 15 big long inches of his wand of wonders entered the hot moist terrains of Madeline. The maidenhead has not even offered a slight reprise as it was torn mercilessly in one single thrust. “OHHHHHHH! YES!” Madeline cried in pain and exultation as she had ultimately obtained what she came here to do. From this moment on, she was Young Master Claude’s woman. And no one could deny that truth any more. Not after this. She closed her eyes and tried to pace her breathing to lessen the agony of her fall.