Madison Montgomery Gif Novels & Stories

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

Nobody ever stands up to Madison, let alone defend Kimberly against her. Without saying a word, Kimberly's savior grabbed the milkshakes from her hands and splashed it on her face leaving Madison in shock. Madison gasped in disbelief, blinking hard to see through the milkshake on her lashes. “How dare you!? Do you know who I am!?” Madison freaked. “You are nobody, Madison. Now beat it! Or I promise to ruin more than your designer shoes” said her savior, in a low but demeaning tone. Kimberly snorted a laugh, she was in awe.

Maddie is gorgeous no matter what and these assholes know it. “Seriously Liam, we are so happy for you and the Luna. We cannot imagine you or the pack without her by your side. She has changed you to a better and stronger version of yourself, and we thank the Moon Goddess every day for her. She is a spitfire and a badass. Congratulations man!” They say together, and we all toast in a glass of champagne. ‘Tell Kendrick and Mason that if they want to live beyond this day, they will never comment on my looks so early in the morning while fucking pregnant and sick from said pregnancy.’ Maddie mindlinks me. I gape at the room.

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

She squeezed them lightly in her palms, a tiny moan escaping her lips. Then, she bent over to take her panties off, throwing them on the couch where her dress was lying. Taking her time, she made her way over to the pole, taking it in her hand and bending over. As if she was dancing for a crowd, Madison started to move her hip up and down, the sound of her clapping ass cheeks filling the room instantly. She touched her toes, imagining Killian behind her with his cock fucking her ass. "Gosh.." she sighed, getting up and leaning on the pole.

“I don’t think there’s anything—” “Wait! Please rewind that part! Rewind it five seconds and immediately pause it,” she exclaimed as she noticed something on the footage. “There’s nothing, why do you—huh? What is that?” said by the security personnel after seeing a black faded figure on the timestamp Madison said. “Is t-that a g-ghost?” Madison took out her phone and took a picture of the footage. “Can you send me this footage please? Here’s my email. I just badly need it, please,” she asks as she gives her calling card. The personnel looked at his boss first and sent it after he approved.

Seeing him acting like this, Madison couldn't help but smile. "Relax, Mr. Carter. It's not serious, and I'm not that fragile!" Madison jokingly said. Even though it hurts, Madison didn't want them to waste their time worrying about her. However, Dylan didn't believe her as he intensely looked at her for a while. "Are you sure?" Dylan asked. He stood in front of Madison with his body half-submerged in the water, trapping her with both hands on the large rock she was sitting on. Madison smiled and nodded before suggesting, "Let's swim, Mr. Carter." For now, she would endure the pain in her buttocks and hips. All that mattered now was enjoying and having fun with them.

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 Olesya'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.

She knew that step. “That was fast,” she said. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. “So… tell me. How did it go?” Aaron stopped a few feet behind her. He smelled like grease and cold air. “It’s done, boss.” Those three words were all she needed. Madison leaped off the couch so quickly the cushions barely had time to settle back into place. A wide, slow smile spread across her face, a smile that was bright, beautiful, and completely wrong. It was the look of someone who had just won a war.

But that's it. Still, in the back of my mind a small voice whispers that I would remain undesirable for the rest of my life. "Hold her up," Stephanie says to her friends, and I panic, knowing that this isn't going to end well. I struggle harder, my heart thumping faster as she lifts a hand to slap me. That's when the deep, throaty rumble of an engine fills the air. A black Mustang slides to the curb with the predatory grace of a panther, the tires grinding against the asphalt.