Novelas y relatos de Madeline Pendelton

Under the Statue of Liberty by a pond, many students about to graduate were sketching. "Madelyn, if you submit this painting in a contest, you're sure to win," a voice said. The cool fall wind blew her short hair. A beam of golden light shone on her face. Wearing a shiny necklace, Madelyn tucked her long hair behind her ear. "...Thanks," she replied. Now twenty-two, Madelyn was more confident than she was at eighteen. Over the four years, she had grown more mature. Each smile and frown was filled with her own unique charm.

One thing amazing about this room was; that it was quiet and peaceful. “You said this for the millionth time. And it's Miss Madeline not Maddie.” She argued with a fake hint of anger on her face. “Yeah yeah Miss Waters, whatever.” I chuckled and fluttered my eyes close. Madeline Waters was a doctor, who was practicing her house-job for part time. She was my mothers closest friend and one of my best acquaintances or friend, you could say. She was the sweetest out of all the people I knew and basically she knew what I had gone through, that to only a bit of it.

They said they didn’t take anything or put it on top so it was impossible for them. I opened it and a lot of paper came out to me again. I immediately remembered the necklace with the M pendant. I hid it in my bag and I wasn’t wearing it anymore because I forgot so I took it immediately. I looked again. I shook it and put it around my neck. I started looking at the papers. Maybe my Mom or Dad has a letter here. Or maybe there are important documents here. ‘Certificate of Deposit’? I frowned at what I had read. Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans.

“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.”

The Marchioness started, breaking the short silence. “Find who, My Lady?” I asked her. “You sent me a letter saying that you can find the precious thing that I’ve always wanted to find! Now, you’re asking me that?” she shouted. “I did send a letter that I know how to locate that precious thing of yours, but I never mentioned that it is a person,” I said. “I don’t care about other things, those are not as valuable as that person that I’m looking for,” she said. I can still feel an ominous aura surrounding her, but she’s calming a little now.

"From the start, something felt off. During your time at Madison's estate, did you ever see women who resemble you—Hunt's breeders?" Poly shook her head. "I've never seen them." "Young Madison adored Alpha Bentley, the late commander, but he mated with Airella from the Doyle family. Madison harbors a deep hatred for those who resemble Airella." "She collects such women, makes them Hunt's breeders, and after they have his children, she persecutes them. You also resemble Airella, especially with that red mole on your lip." "So when we learned Madison 'rescued' you in Fairfax County, we suspected more than met the eye. We planned to have Craig sketch you and investigate in Fairfax County. And t

"Go have fun...your father is a strong man...I'm sure I can last a few hours." Byron laughed Madeline was a complete carbon copy of Reyna, thoughtful and generous. Madeline nodded and went to the hours, she practically spent five minutes dressing up, Madeline hated corset to she made it in built, so she didn't have to spent all those time wearing it. Madeline put on a cherry pink lipstick and a rose scented perfume. She looked like an angel literally, she was really the beauty of Rutherford. "Wow look at my daughter...your mother knew what she said when she said you would be beautiful."

Both Wendy and Halsey had been thriving these past years, no longer mere shadows of their former selves. Wendy's lips curved into a confident smile. "That's right. Here's to strong women." They clinked glasses, their eyes gleaming. Wendy tilted her head. "By the way, where's Maddy? You should've brought her along too." Wendy liked Madeline very much. At the mention of Madeline, Halsey's eyes sparkled with pride. "I wanted to bring her, but she's now part of the national research team. She's working on a classified rocket-launch project and only comes home once every two weeks."

I signaled him to come in. "Give me a rundown of Madeline's activity for the day." "She didn't do much. She did her duties at the pack mansion and went to the penal pier." I dropped the pack documents I was reading and folded my palms under my jaw. "The penal pier? What business does she still have with the penal pier?" "She visits a middle-aged woman there, Catherine by name." "What did you find about her?" I asked. "Everything about her is in this file," he replied.

There was so much delicate detail put into them it was hard to imagine her finishing one up in under a day much less in a few hours. Just a week after our first almost breakup, we were out at one of her favorite places by the river. Madeline wanted to bring her easel and painting tools out to the abandoned pier I introduced her to, days ago. I thought we were there so she could demonstrate her skill as it happened. I'd begun to resort to using the shop's delivery van on the days when Shelby couldn't get access to her mom's car. It was either that or not see Madeline that night since her mom would think it too odd that her sister or Shelby weren't going out with her. The three did everything