Madison Beer Megan Fox Novels & Stories

Jack said loudly and gave a manly hug. "Sup bro?" Alex greeted and hugged me back. "Oh, so this was your plan?" I asked and looked at Madison. "Guilty!" she answered and went over to the bar. "Lighten up man! And welcome to MY HOUSE!" Alex pushed me towards the bar for a drink. "I'm driving tonight bro!" I took a glass of cranberry juice instead of alcohol. "I'll drink for me and you, EJ!" Madison screamed cheerfully and gulped down a glass of vodka and orange juice.

"He's that bad?" Madison turned to walk with me. She was dressed in full leather gear. Although hers was skintight and shined to a high sheen, she left her face unadorned. The patch on her right breast identified her as a moderator for S&B. Not to mention the take no prisoners attitude in her gait and expression. Even I was a little afraid of Madison and the metal tipped Cat O' Nine she kept hooked in a holster on her thigh. Madi nodded. "Yeah. He's getting under people's skin. I had two Ds come up and ask me if they could take turns on him for insulting their subs."

She’s not wearing any undergarments. “Here,” she says, twisting to show me her back and shoulder. “This is what you’re looking for, right?” Madison’s back is a canvas of bony ridges. I want to take her downstairs to the kitchen and plop her in front of a stack of Ollie’s famous pancakes. But instead I stare at the canvas of pain and hurt spread across her body. Painted on her right shoulder in stark black ink is the familiar shape of a fox on its haunches, its black body surrounded by thick, detailed chains.

Emma, Diana's daughter screamed. “What's going on here?” I asked with a smile. “Mommy, I'm a celebrity. Look!” Madison shrieked rushing into the living room. I followed her into the living room to see what they were so happy about and Madison was on TV. “Now six year old Madison Adler, daughter of the young and rising designer Cassandra Adler has recently received a little over eighteen million likes, over an old photo her mother recently shared on her I*******m page.” “Oh these people can be so nosy” Lola stated.

Madelaine “Attention passengers arriving from London Heathrow on Flight 283. Your baggage is now available for pickup at Carousel 6,” the intercom announced as I cat-walked toward the conveyor belt, AirPods plugged into my ears while music played softly. I was way too calm for someone who was on the radar of very dangerous mafia men, but I was trusting my dad not to let me get killed, kidnapped, or trafficked. Plus, I was in disguise, so no one was going to suspect that I was nineteen-year-old Madelaine in this impeccably expensive suit and Louboutins. I looked like a sophisticated businesswoman attending a meeting or conference in the U.S.

They are the children of Gavin Morgan, and the lady in a beautiful dress, Madison Morgan. “Sweetheart, Vinson just wants you to have some fun, okay? Now hug and make up.” Madison said as she lightly pushed her daughter towards her brother. Since Megan is originally a very sweet girl, she apologized to her brother before both going inside of the flower shop. She couldn’t help but to let out a smile while watching her two angels. Megan is a sweet and cute baby girl while Vinson is a protective brother. ‘I didn’t know that this kind of blessing would still come into our way. I’m so glad… I’m so thankful!”

she countered. Megan threw her a glare, and it was her time to laugh. They continued to talk about some other things not related to the boys and were able to finish the big-sized pizza in just an hour. The night went on, and Michelle lost count on how many beers she finished. All she knew was she had enough as she was already feeling drunk. "I really have a feeling that Ethan likes you, Mich. I mean, who wouldn’t like my pretty best friend?" A litany of words came out of Megan’s mouth as she hugged her. "You’re smart, beautiful, and sexy. No man can resist you!"

I’m just excited to enjoy our evening out. Reagan orders a round of appletinis for our group, along with some party mix, pretzels, and tortilla chips. “Question,” I alert my group of lovely ladies of my pending query. “Do any of you wax?” Martha shares a hilarious and painful story of attempting to wax her legs at home. Reagan offers to share her hairstylist, that also waxes her eyebrows at the salon. Madison states pain is not her idea of fun, so she shaves in the shower.

Amelie’s POV I can’t believe Madison is here. Of course, she would know that we’re in Hawaii. PR for Michaels Investment Group has been posting to I*******m a few pictures that Nathan had sent them. All she would have to do is check Nathan's or my I*******m. I just don’t understand how she knew we were going to be at this particular resort. I’m sure if her father’s convention had been at a different resort, she wouldn’t have insisted on coming.

"It’s going to be quite easy, because Alexander Hemsworth is a very well-known womaniser and flirt. I believe digging your fangs into him wouldn’t be difficult." Madison smiled slightly as she glanced at the picture once more. Alexander Hemsworth. She repeated the name in her mind, already envisioning the sprawling estate that would become her soon-to-be legacy. She thought of Ethan and Chloe, finally living in a castle built on clean money. "But on one condition, Madison," Emelio said, snapping her out of her reverie. Her stomach gave a traitorous lurch. Madison raised an eyebrow, her voice hardening. "What is it?"