Madhatter Novels & Stories

Manohar growled. "I don't believe that," he responded. "I don't need you to believe that. That's true. The Chandravanshi's are just a pile of filth," Manohar spat. "I would like to ask you to mind your tongue, Dad," Aditya spoke, looking at Miral.

“Sorry to cut into your conversation. I also used the Love station application “ Madison told us. “You did?” Alexander exclaimed” “Yup” She nodded. “I thought you are a queer Madison” I said. “Well, I have a lover” She snapped. “Is it a guy or a girl? You are a queer Madison!" “I had a lover on Love station” Madison repeated. “Oh Madison, I’m so glad you’re a fan and I’m.. i am sorry you also lost your lover. Apparently, everyone who joined the app did” Alexander apologized. “Well, I didn’t lose mine. Somehow, we connected on Kikachat. It’s fate I guess” She smiled innocently while Alex smirked at the mention of Kikachat.

“Don’t plot against me. I know what I’m doing is right. And it’ll stay right until I decide to change it.” My eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re insane. There’s no point in talking to you. You’re not someone who knows how to listen.”

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

🩷 🍒 Lucknow’s evening sky glowed with hues of orange and purple as the last rays of sunlight painted the city in warm tones. Inside a sleek office building at Hazratganj, Siddharth Malhotra — known to the world as a sharp and calculating businessman, but to the underworld as MADREGIN — sat behind his polished mahogany desk. His attention, however, wasn’t on the laptop screen in front of him. It was on Preeti.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻. "What happened that day, was not your fault. The person who did that was. Not. You." "But it was. It was me. How-......" "No, its not. That was Anak-har. The Zannicus I know is the kind one. The one who helps and cares for the people he loves. The one who loves to cook, do pranks with his friends, play with the pups and defend his pack. The one who would kill if anyone ever dared to steal his chocolate. Or burn his precious bacon."

“I am Ulric Easton, My Lady.” I just nod at him and turn my gaze to the adolescent man beside him. Unlike Butler Ulric, he has a pair of icy blue eyes that are faultlessly matched to his brushed up icy blue hair. “And you are?” I said while studying his whole being. He just took a glimpse at me and give a timid smile. “Please state your name, age, and mageia.” “My name is Mather Parveen, but you can call me Matt, Lady Adhira. I’m 17 years old, an Ice Elementalist and agility enhancement is my ability.” He said and slightly bow his head.

would behave the way he behaves around me. He is mad! So mad!! And if I continued thinking about him again and again I would surely need to see a psychiatrist because he'll make me M.A.D just like him! Yeah you must have guessed till now who I'm talking about? Yeah its the same C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E Malhotra! Manik Malhotra! "I really don't want to see a psychiatrist at such a young age God! Please keep me in my senses" I made a puppy face while pleading to God looking up at the ceiling.

She was still slicing the hotdog. I sighed once again. "I like her," I said, instantly putting a wide smile on her face. "I like her as a friend," I added. That made her stop what she was doing. She looked at me in disbelief. "You're hard-headed, Clark," she stated in annoyance. I sighed for the nth time. How many times have I been sighing this morning? "Mom, look. I know you like Natasha because she's gorgeous and brilliant. Also for our business but—I already settled the problem in our company and now it runs smoothly and... " I paused for a moment and took a breath.