Madeline Pages Novels & Stories

Madeline sat on a chair in her living room. A cucumber eye pad could be seen on her face. There were also some maids kneeling on the floor; they were performing manicures and pedicures for her. Madeline had always cared about her beauty, even before she gave birth to her children. Beauty and fashion were things she didn't joke about. "Ma'am. The informant is here." A maid came into the room and said,. Tell him to come in. She said, before taking her hands away from the maids, that she removed the cucumber and dismissed the maids. "Where is it?" She asked as soon as he entered.

Sounds on the castle floors. She walked towards the library and picked a book, she kept on the third self, this was usually were she kept all her books, her favorites and the one she was planning to read. "Blood and war, a angel weakness.." Madeline read the title as she turned the cover to read the prologue, the writer didn't have time to right much she thought to herself as she glanced through it. *She had seen fire, she had seen wars,she had seen life to its fullest and death at its worse.But now there was nothing left. Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl.*

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

The picture didn't suit Madeline in the slightest but she didn't want to get ahead of herself but everytime the damn positive pregnancy test came to mind, it always made her heart race and her anxiety to rise up. She drank her soda and tapped her feet on the hard pavement. Her damp hair stuck to her cheeks like glue and all she wanted right now was to have a relaxing hot bath and sleep nessled in Kane's warm embrace. She looked up to see Gabriela Campbell, a famous model and apparently her own designer appear on a billboard. All of her designs were legendary and known in the fashion industry. It was a sight to see both a designer and a model in one body. At one point, Madeline thought of bec

“What… what…” was all Maddie could manage to say as she moved faster and faster, looking at page after page. “Oh…oh, no….” She looked up at her parents and at Kathy. “Look… look at all this…,” her voice trailed off, and she thrust the pages toward them. Chase reached out and took some from her. “These… are these bank records?” Her mother said, “Oh, my word… Kathy, look at these. What is this?”

No, he was too busy wondering what feral thought had brought out that lethal glimmer in her ice-blue eyes. He was pleasantly surprised fifty pages later when she appeared again, this time occupying a feature aptly named The Exile of Madeline. The ten-page spread revolved around a theme Harrison was certain she could relate to: a high-born she-wolf gone rogue and captured for some transgression or other. And the fake capture-shot? If her real ones looked anything like this, it was truly no wonder why she had been pushed toward the stage. Harrison knew she wanted nothing to do with the hollow fashion scene, but it looked as though she had a bright horizon ahead of her. Gazing at those images m

Madeline had moved back to her late mother's abode, and found solace within the four walls. The water was boiling. She turned off the gas, and poured it into a ceramic cup. She prepared tea whilst scrolling through social media casually. Nothing groundbreaking had occurred in the world. ‘Was life ever this boring?’ Madeline thought. A message popped up. Maddy, I'm on my way. Be there in five. It was from Chanel. Madeline let out a smile. “What will I ever do without you?” She said, I'll be waiting… Madeline replied.

I sigh gently and roll my eyes at her, following after the young blonde man without another word, into the obscenely big and luxurious building, our heels muffled by the soft carpet. Madelaine Malvak. Maddy for friend and Miss. M. for those who worked for me and with me. A twenty one years old young gold medalist. A ballet dancer, that is. Sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? Sounds a bit too pretentious, but it is a childhood dream come true.