Madeline Wright Novels & Stories

“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.”

said master Wright . Madam Wright sat down next to her husband and patted his shoulder . " I understand your worry . I also want a grandchild but you shouldn't pressure Damian like that . I know how much you love and care for him , I know your worry about your work but........our son doesn't like girls and we should support him as his parents . he will want to have children one day but right now........he just doesn't want to . It's not the right time . We should wait patiently until he decides to have a child . Listen to me , he will eventually want a child of his own . Don't worry too much . " said madam Wright .

she gargled with some of her spittle going onto the mounds of ground meat on the grill, the diner wasn’t know for its cleanliness anyways, “You’re never gonna make it out of Midnight Bay Aurora Thompson. You’re just gonna be a waitress for the rest of your life.” Madeline was a nasty woman, everyone knew it. Red frumpy hair, pale as a ghost and two yogurts away from a heart attack. She was also my aunt, the only woman willing to give an orphan like me a job in a cold and leery town like Midnight Bay. I hated her so much and yet, she’s the only living member I know of. “Goodnight Madeline.” I muttered, grabbing my jacket from the coat rack, and the half painted easel behind the back door. She

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.

“I know very well how strong she is, Reagan. She survived living through the torture of Alpha Alec’s pack members and other pack members. Of course she’s strong. It has nothing to do with who she’s mated to. It has everything to do with who she is.” “You think I’m strong?” Madelyn asks me. “Of course you are. You’ve survived so much, and you ran, even when you were terrified,” I say, smiling at her. “Maybe I’ll get Maeve to create a sorting hat, and you can see that you really are a Gryffindor.” “We have one already,” Meadow says. “And maybe the two of you should stop deciding what Madelyn does or doesn’t want to do and let the woman speak for herself,” she says.

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

Her chopsticks were suspended midway into putting meat into her mouth. "Why do you say so? No one could equal Madame Alexzia Montes-Wright" She was incredulous at the mere thought. She wasn't expecting her to compare her to the famous designer and model. She doesn't even resemble the queen of the Wright empire. "I beg to disagree. You and the Madame have the same vibe. Warm yet feisty. Simple in every way yet you radiate elegance. I don't know, but the Madame was the first thought I had when you were introduced to us this morning" With a shrug, Cheryl explains.

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.

*** Madeline Carter swirled the wine in her glass, a wicked smile curling her lips. “Charlotte Warper is dead. Her death will shake the Whitmores because it was unexpected. Right, Dad?” “Of course.” Her father smirked. “So tell me—what’s your first mission with David Carter?” Madeline’s eyes glinted. “. I’ve already uncovered slush funds tied to her name . She’s planning to secretly back David in his Lieutenant Governor campaign.” Her father chuckled darkly. “And what do you plan to do with that?” Madeline leaned forward, her voice dripping with venom.

I can hand over Aleng Madielaine to the police but there's a side of me that I want to know her life, her profile and her problem. // WyByCa