Madeline Pendelton Novels & Stories

I said. I tried to think of any similarities between them. Bronwyn loved to read too but she wasn't a nerd—in fact, she gave us a lot of trouble rebelling and moving from party to party when she was in high school, but she’s still a good kid regardless. “How old is she?” Madelaine asked. “She turned nineteen almost two months ago, I guess,” I said. “You guess?” “I’m sure.” “Is she in college? What’s her major?” she asked.

“They say there’s trouble with the Indians south of here.” “That’s going to make what I suggest more difficult,” Nate said with a slow shake of his head. “You got new plans?” Joseph asked. “Where’s Sullivan?” Nate asked as he looked around the empty saloon. “I want him here when I tell about it.” “He managed to find a proper young lady named Penelope Wilson. She lives back east, but is here visiting. They’re on a picnic,” Joseph said with a chuckled. “What about Alice?” Nate asked with surprise.

The helicopter's relentless hum fills the silence as I wait for his response. A nod from Colton confirms my guess. "I'll be good as new once she's done with me." My mind flashes back to the tales of Dr. Madison "Mads" skill, her ability to mend even the most broken. She's not just a gifted surgeon; she's an artist, a miracle worker. And her talents extend beyond the operating table—she has a knack for extracting information, for turning enemies into assets. Her marriage to one of Grayson's top men only adds to her legendary status.

She just hope for someone to save her from this place. "You look so beautiful Miss Madeline," a lady complimented as she bent to add a complete touch of makeup to Madeline's face. Madeline looked at her face in the mirror and she gasped. She was looking so beautiful that she could hardly recognize herself in the mirror. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail and it was beautified with a silver tiara. If only she was getting married for real and not for business. She has been locked in her room throughout the previous day and they only come to bring her food and check if she was still alive. It was a pain that she couldn't escape and that she would have to get married today.

Romantic! I admired them before reading the little white card that was tucked between two roses."For my Maid of Honour."I smiled, but that quickly turned to a sigh. At least I can always rely on Carmen to get me flowers. It's sweet of her. Mason walked out of the master suite holding Penelope."Who are they from?" "From a secret admirer. Are you jealous?"I joked. "No, I'm not jealous. I've no reason to be."He put Penelope down and picked up a suitcase. "Whoever they're from they clearly don't know you."

After all, she had been receiving many things she liked recently, things that only Liliane would know. Seeing Leah, Mandy forced herself to hold back her tears. "Ms. Walpole, hello. I am Mandy Pendleton, a friend of Liliane." Leah had never heard Liliane mention a friend named Mandy. Even so, she held the phone firmly on her end.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth. Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.

I didn't ask for much—I just wanted Mom, Dad, and Simon to love me a bit more. But even in death, I got nothing. Now, the three of them were gathered around Laila's bed, anxiously waiting for her to wake. When her eyes finally fluttered open, Mom burst into tears of joy. "Sweetheart, you're finally awake. I was so worried…" "That's my daughter—brave and kind," Dad said, smiling proudly. "I'm so proud of you." Simon pulled out the lavish moonstone necklace and gently fastened it around Laila's neck. "Your favorite moonstone's been protecting you this whole time. I hope it keeps bringing you good luck."

While I was still admiring the house, a woman approached me. She was tall and slender, her hair slicked back into a bun, and she was wearing a red pencil skirt and white shirt. She wore a wide, unnerving smile as she stood before me. "Hello, Miss Sinclair. I am Madison, your marriage lawyer and legal adviser." I took Madison's handshake, but it was surprisingly soft for a woman who looked like she had worked in corporate since she was two. We began to walk side by side into the house, and I couldn't have been more impressed. "Mr. Sterling has explained everything to me, so you don't have to worry about me. Follow me to the dressing room."