Madison Iseman Age Novels & Stories

Madison let out a cry, screaming as she tried to pull her hands off from her hair but she held it tight. I still stood on the floor, half awake, with an annoyed look on my face. “ Madison?” I called out, pulling myself from the floor as I looked at her with an angry look, it was small compared to the look on her mother's face. She just laughed it off like we were some crazy people, moving her hands as she said, “ Chill. I'm eighteen.” This infuriated Linda more, the look on her face changed as she let out a throaty laughter, saying,

Madison smiled at them before turning to leave the room. "Wait!" She heard a loud voice and paused. She turned to look at Mason. "What is it? Are you okay?" Madison was surprised at the way Mason had shouted for her to stop. "Why don't you behave like other married couples? Mom? Dad?" Mason turned, looking from Madison to Enzo, who couldn't hide his shock. Madison's eyes widened at what Mason asked—Wait, they haven't turned 10, have they? They'll be turning four next month. What the hell? Madison couldn't fathom how Mason could point that out.

My two younger sisters Madeline and Samantha live with her. Madeline is twenty-three and she just got out of college. She's heading one of my companies and the mall in this city. She's a very strict girl and she has a rude personality too. We didn't grow up together, we didn't get along at first but we later did. Which is great.

Wow, what a series of expressions he has. “I’m not. You… You don’t know my age do you?” Ack. I almost coughed when my tea suddenly got stuck in my throat. Damn it. He’s a mind reader, really. “ I know your age.” I said without changing my expressionless face. Poker face level 1: Activated. “Liar.” The corner of my mouth twitched when he said that word. Damn you and your keen eyes, Mr. Morgan. “Stop cursing me in your mind, Madison.”

Philip was a good man. Madison also has Two-dogs. Not literally two dogs, but one badass rescued pit bull named Two-dogs. He’s three years old and follows Madison everywhere. He was our compromise over the bodyguard situation. Madison hired a woman and I had a dog trained for added protection. We’re both happy.

But inside, Kael is pacing like a caged animal. "Earth back Timothy." Ethan waves a hand in front of my face, concern creeping back into his voice. "You're spacing out again." "Just tired," I lie, forcing another smile. "Right." He doesn't believe me, but he lets it slide with a shake of his head. "Madison's waiting outside," he says, nodding toward the door. "Something about those plans she mentioned?" I look at Madison through the glass partition, I see her perfect smile and calculated poses for her social media followers. She's beautiful, willing, and completely safe exactly my type. No emotional complications, no messy feelings, no risk of getting hurt.

Lim said. "Stop acting like a man, you're still a child," Madison teased. "I'm fourteen, I'm a teenager, I'm grown!" Lim protested. "But you're still a teen, stupid," Madison replied, causing Lim to gasp in disbelief. "I can't believe you guys were eavesdropping on me," I yelled. "No, we were just hearing your conversation, without either of your permission or the hottie's," Lim said, and I heard Maddy sigh. "That's the same thing, idiot," she said.

Alexander The thought repeated itself, echoing in my skull like a drumbeat. Madison had a kid. A son, based on the haircut, the clothes, the way he moved with that particular brand of boyish energy. The boy couldn't have been more than four or five. Maybe younger. Hard to tell with kids. They all looked the same to me. Four or five years old meant Madison had gotten pregnant shortly after leaving Knight Industries. Maybe even before she left?

"I am. I mean, I used to be more present in their lives. But they usually hang out more with Alexandra. The age is closer." "Speaking of which, how old are you? If I may ask." He smiles. "How old do you think I am?" "Um... Forty?" "It came close. I'm forty-two." "Oh." "What about you, young lady?" Emanuele didn't like the " young lady" at all, but decided to ignore it. "Twenty-two." "Ah." The elevator finally arrives. The two of them get in. As the doors close, Emanuele comments: "When I visited Alexandra's social media profile, she said she was 29. That's a really big difference."

Madison was rendered speechless. "I need to talk to Rachel about something important. Have fun." Jake smiled politely. Madison immediately stopped him. "Mr. Webson, I have something important to discuss with you. Could you spare a moment to speak with me?" "What's it?" asked Jake. "I understand that Webson Group is looking for an endorser, and I—" Jake interrupted her and decisively rejected her offer. "I'm sorry, but I already have an endorser in mind. Unfortunately, it's not you."