Madeline Wright Novels & Stories

“Please leave my mother out of this. She worked hard for your sons. In fact, they are happy my mother is there to take care of them instead of you doing it. I am not doing anything wrong, Mrs. Mavkos, and I harbor no ill intentions toward Jagger or his brothers.” “Ha! You can't fool me, you tramp!” She poked my forehead aggressively, pushing it back. I slapped her hand away and glared at her sharply. She looked absolutely incredulous at my defiance. “You seem to forget that you’re just an uneducated maid. Do you really think people like us will ever accept you? Do you honestly believe you are worthy of any of my sons? There is only one woman suited for them, and that is Madison Hart, known a

Maddie's voice was full of frustration. The onlookers were caught in a dilemma. The previous argument of her being too young carried weight, but the letter of recommendation couldn't be ignored either. Dr. Wright was a highly authoritative figure—the director of Yuvaran General Hospital. "Dr. Cynthia, we believe you. There's no way Dr. Wright's signature could be forged. We have witnessed your skills firsthand," Judy firmly stood behind Maddie. Judy was a very intelligent person; she had her doubts about Maddie who fervently claimed to be Cynthia.

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

"I don't understand why I have to agree," "Come here," Madelyn wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pulled me towards a store named 'Senõrita'. "Good evening ma'am," the woman inside, walked towards us. "How may I help you?" "What's your name?" Maddie asked looking at her. "Chrissy," "Okay, Chrissy, we need to seduce a man," Madelyn snapped. "Twenty nine; 6'2"; taken, Spanish and hot," "Oh," Chrissy seemed to be baffled. "How hot exactly?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

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.

Without even bothering to get to know who I am first, she's already insinuating that I might be one of the sluts fucking with the jerk next to her. “Forgive me darling,” she chirps to me and flashes her teeth in a wide smile as she springs up on a kneeling position on the sofa, stretching forth her hand to me. Tiny tattoos of black flowers and star constellations are scattered beautifully from her wrist all the way up to her arm. “I am Madison, but you can call me Maddie,” she introduces herself. Her facial expression crunches into a slight scowl of disapproval as she scrutinizes my outfit with her winter blue eyes, “I bet you have a smexy body hidden right underneath all that, right?”

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

Could she insult the Wright matriarch by not wearing her creations? ****tbc****

Matthew Blaise Wright is a hot nerd bachelor, a sporty person, and a software engineer, he’s three years younger than Ezekiel, he is gentle from the inside and outside. Zachary Cyrax Wright is the youngest among the three, a freelance model and a medical student. He is an insolent playboy, he has gone through girls as if he’s changing clothes. No one stays with him, his long relationship lasts a week. “Finally, you arrive. I thought that I will become stone here before you come,” he whispered apathetically. Mrs Wright loosens her grip on his son and laughs at him. “You’re kidding me, my son. If I don’t know your attitude, I might get on what you say but sorry, I know you very well as much as

The face wasn't familiar so he wondered how this person knew him. “Good day,” He composed himself as he shook the hands of the strange man. “Is nice to finally meet the great Madavaski who is gradually growing into fame in Oxagon,” the man said again. “Is my pleasure to meet you too,” his proud demeanor returned, not the pitiful man who was pleading with the receptionist a few minutes ago. “I am Mr. Wright, a part of the people who have been in R.B. Conglomerate since its inception and a shareholder as well,” his eyes shone with pride in them when he saw the way at which Kendrick looked at him when he introduced himself.