Madison Prewett Novels & Stories

Driving in a porsche. Madison was on her way to her parents house. She hadn't seen them for what felt like forever and she couldn't wait to see them. Last time she saw them was her graduation. She had graduated with a honors degree in robotics from the University of Califonia institute of technology. Not that she was ever gonna use that degree anyways. She already had a job as a TV presenter and had hosted many extravagant shows and parties and had her own reality show and lots of fans at every corner not to mention all the brands and products that wants her to model for them. She was living her best life and she didn't need a degree for that.

Riley spoke and Madison’s eyes widened when she noticed him there. “Oh, God, it’s you. I saw your photo in the newspaper this morning.” “Yes, I’m Riley Holland.” I could see the wheels turning in his head as he spoke. “So, can you tell me more about yourself, Ms. Brooks?” Madison nodded, her face still filled with confusion. She took a deep breath before starting. “I work as a bartender in the Southern Elite club that serves the elite businessmen. It was there I met Irwin a year ago.” Her eyes grew distant as if she recalled their moments.

“Madison's been bragging about some prank she's planning for combat training. Something about showing everyone what happens to wolves who can't howl.” My stomach dropped. Combat training was already my least favorite class, and Madison Wilder was the worst kind of Alpha. She's spoiled, vicious, and utterly convinced that she has the right to do as she likes. Her father was some big-shot politician, which meant she could get away with almost anything. “I'm serious,” Jessica continued, slinging her designer bag over her shoulder. “Maybe skip class today? Tell them you're sick or something.” I shook my head and wrote quickly, “Can't. Already missed twice this month.”

I'll move now. I put the phone in my pocket. Across the floor, I could see Madison making her way back from the corridor, smoothing her jacket, her expression easy and relaxed. She rejoined the crowd near the sponsor tables like she'd just stepped out for some air. She was good at that. Looking like nothing had happened. But I didn’t have time to deal with her anymore ,Preston’s team was about to take the ice.

"He's the one who kicked you out." "I know. The eviction notice—" "No, I mean he's the one who sent it. Not his father. Not the family lawyers. Him." My blood went cold. "How do you know?" "Because Madison told me." "Madison? How does she—" "She's seeing Sterling now. Apparently. And she's been bragging about it all over campus." Wren's voice dripped with disgust. "Said Sterling wanted to 'clear out the old trash' to make room for 'someone worthy of the Prescott name.'"