Madeline Pendelton Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Upon understanding his meaning, his subordinates calmed down and were no longer dissatisfied with his decision of letting Madeline participate in the chairperson election. Seeing this, Stephen nodded with satisfaction and then waved to the assistant behind him. The assistant nodded knowingly, walked to the conference room’s door and opened it. Then everyone in the conference room heard a sound of high heels coming from outside, which got closer and closer. Sydney pursed her red lips and stared coldly at the door of the conference room. After a while, Madeline appeared in her sight. She wore a lady’s suit and her hair was tied in a ponytail, which made her look like a tough businesswoman. But

Madeline: A young woman stepped out of a car, smiling as she waved playfully at Elgin. She wore a tight black skirt and a low-cut top. Her red hair barely reached her shoulders, but she had curled it so that it hung softly around her neck. Her eyeliner was thick, her eyebrows perfectly shaped, and her lipstick a bold red. Her high stilettos didn’t stop her from making her confident walk toward Elgin.

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

Before she could inquire about my welfare, I probed about the event that has gotten her at the edge of the world. “ Nothing much. Damn it, it's something much. My son had to think of the most upsetting thing today. I wouldn't want to upset you with it, but the kid will sooner have me die from high BP.” She rattled on without a stop. Christian appeared uninterested until she mentioned her son, Roland filled his ears and made them tilt, curious as a cat. “ Could you imagine he joked that Piper might have kicked the bucket? Who makes such jokes?” Madeline isn't just a mom of one. She's an award winning lawyer and to her credit, she has never lost a case. I could imagine the treatment Roland wou

The sharp chime of the secure elevator entrance broke the silence. The doors slid open, and Madeline Carter stepped out, effortlessly elegant in a tailored cream trench coat, her dark hair perfectly straight despite the evening wind. She scanned the room, her sharp eyes instantly locking onto me as I stood by the window. "Aaron, darling," she said, her voice smooth and entirely composed as she walked inside, setting her designer handbag on the console. She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied my posture. "You look completely exhausted. Is Miller pushing the team too hard before the scrimmage cycle?"

She had three now that she made and all was to her liking, but her most favorite was the new one– the pastel blue dress that had long puffy sleeves, a length that did not reached her ankle, and a small ribbon on the back of the waist. She had now things she never owned before since she chose to separate herself to the convent, and she could do things now they did not allow but she yearned for like singing songs that were not related to their belief, dancing, she had never dance before, and dreaming. She dreamed of Michael all the time. It had been a few days when the knights barricaded the gate of the convent disallowing her sisters to visit Hana. But not Mathilda. She had sneak out twice no

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

"There's no elevator. That going to be a problem?" "No." "You cook?" "Yes." "Good, because I'm terrible." Another pause. "You want to see it Friday?" "I'll be there Thursday." She laughed. It was a good laugh — the kind that came from somewhere real. "Thursday it is." Madeline Torres was thirty-four, a high school art teacher with paint permanently on her forearms and the most direct gaze I had ever encountered on a stranger. She opened the door on Thursday afternoon, looked at me — visibly pregnant, one duffle bag over each shoulder, standing in her hallway like something the wind had deposited — and said, "You look like you've been driving for a week."

"So you are a widow?! How many children do you have? You are 39 years old. Your appearance is also clean. I like it," said the Old Madame who sat on the sofa. She held my application letter that contained complete files about me. The only last diploma degree that I did not attach to it. It is too high applies to be a maid, it might be rejected after. She is around 75 years old, looks very rich and classy. Silk dresses, sparkling jewelry and bun hair showed her class.