Madeline Pages Novels & Stories

The fear that used to sit tightly in her chest no longer greeted her the moment she opened her eyes. There was no tension here. No footsteps she needed to listen for. No moods she had to anticipate. The estate was quiet, orderly, and strangely peaceful. At first, Marceline moved carefully, as if afraid she might disturb anyone. But as the days passed and no one stopped her, she began to explore the vast property at her own pace. She spent long hours in the library, curled up in a chair by the window, surrounded by shelves that seemed endless. Sometimes she reads for hours without noticing the time. Other times, she simply sat there, turning pages slowly and enjoying the quiet more than the s

Madelaine stated as the two began to talk about the children, current events and changes in the orphanage. Lilian stared at Madelaine Howard. In the book Madelaine was mentioned a couple of times she was an amazing woman born into an upper class family. Against her family's wishes she became a teacher at the Ray of Light orphanage. She cut off ties with her family, she never got married and after the previous Director died she took over. She didn't know that Ray of Light was connected to her grandmother. One of the villain's in the later half of the story was from here.

Was this unbearable feeling Madison felt; was it love or just the pain of leaving Sophie and the other maids? She had already informed her Aunt Sabina that she was going home, holding a sum of her salary during her service in the Carter's Mansion. Her Aunt asked her why, but she just told her that she made a heinous mistake that made her decide to resign, but the Madam of the Carter's was considerate enough to give her a partial wage. Madison calmed herself as she put some powder on her face so that they wouldn't notice that she cried once she got down from the

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Magdalena finished packing her last suitcase and wiped off sweat from her forehead. She's been packing since yesterday, after she made final decision to leave her husband, Alik's house who she married at the age of thirteen. Yes, thirteen years, when she was still playing with her dolls, chasing butterflies out in the field. The arranged marriage took her childhood and virginity away.

Caitlin sat in her large room in Dunvegan in Castle at a writing desk, looking out the window at the sunset sky. She examined the torn page McCleod had given her, holding it up to the light. She slowly ran her fingertips along the embossed, Latin letters. They looked and felt ancient. The entire page was so beautifully and intricately designed, and she marveled at the intricate colors along the paper’s edges. Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves.

JADE Three weeks of living with Madison O’Connell felt like sharing an apartment with a ghost who had an attitude problem. She didn't slam doors. She didn't throw tantrums. She didn't leave her belongings scattered across the concrete floors or play loud music. Instead, she existed in my penthouse with a terrifying, serene grace that drove me completely insane. Every morning, she was up at six, sitting at the kitchen island in a sleek cashmere sweater, sipping Earl Grey tea and reading corporate financial reports or classic novels while I stumbled out of my room looking like I’d been hit by a truck.

‘ ‘You have a point there,’ said Rodolf, ‘wait a minute, I’ve red something about that. His fingers raced across the keyboard for answers in ‘The Akasha of Magic,’ the witches' and magicians' answer book on his laptop. ‘Yes, found it. Of course! By carrying the energy of the moon goddess, you have magically matured,’ he explained with a surprised grin. ‘That means that the rule of, no sex before you are twenty-one, does not apply to you, Maddie. And that the anti-love elixir probably affected your magic too much, so indeed slowed it down. ‘

The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place… “D. M" Hmm? That is the letter that is written in every last part of the page. It was cursive. “Should I… read this?” I was hesitant whether or not I should read this journal bit then… I find it hard to put it back. It was as if some force is telling me to read it. “Alright…” Madison, bring it on! Let’s read this book! The front page was a purely simple note for the title. There was no acknowledgment or any author's note.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.