Madison Russell Novels & Stories

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.

Sherry responded, smiling sweetly. "Bye!" Russell ended their Facetime session at his end. He rose, put his phone in the side table drawer, and exited the cabin. 'Time for some fun!' he told himself. He entered the other cabin next to his room. When he arrived there, three sexy women wearing sexy lingerie were already waiting for him. They are lying provocatively on the bed. "Hello, lover boy!" the woman of Russian origin conveyed her greetings, her sultry voice dripping with sex.

How would she, when she wasn’t even properly associating with the others? The small crowd of people seemed to know this. Most of them laughed at her while the rest egged her on, eager to see where it was leading. It was, however, that the people who went about their business seemed to anger Madison. She didn’t like it one bit; she wanted the room to herself. She began to call names. “Ryan Williams, what a pleasure to see you. That suit of yours is gorgeous, including your wife. If I had a wife like yours, I’d never be sad again.”

Without even bothering to get to know who I am first, she's already insinuating that I might be one of the sluts fucking with the jerk next to her. “Forgive me darling,” she chirps to me and flashes her teeth in a wide smile as she springs up on a kneeling position on the sofa, stretching forth her hand to me. Tiny tattoos of black flowers and star constellations are scattered beautifully from her wrist all the way up to her arm. “I am Madison, but you can call me Maddie,” she introduces herself. Her facial expression crunches into a slight scowl of disapproval as she scrutinizes my outfit with her winter blue eyes, “I bet you have a smexy body hidden right underneath all that, right?”

Standing side by side, Madison paled in comparison, unquestionably inferior. Millie couldn't help but think that if she were in Madison's shoes, she would certainly be wise enough to steer clear of Rachel and avoid unnecessary trouble. Rachel's presence was simply too radiant to handle. "Rach, do you know that Mr. Webson is currently searching for a new endorser?" Madison asked. "No idea." Rachel shook her head, pretending to be uninformed. "You didn't know?" Madison looked surprised. However, before Rachel could respond, she smiled and declared, "It doesn't matter if you're aware or not. This is mine."

Madison wanted me broken, shamed before the guild, and exiled from the Citadel's creative circles forever. Suddenly, a sharp, authoritative rap sounded at the chamber door. Before anyone could grant entry, Lucas Grant pushed into the room, his presence filling the space with a sudden, cooling draft. "Forgive the intrusion, but who might you be?" he asked, his voice cutting through Madison’s ego like a silver blade. "I was under the impression that the Color Company sent a professional envoy. What is a stray doing at our council table?" Madison’s nostrils flared, her scent turning acrid with offense. "I am the chosen mate of Jason Miller, the Alpha-CEO of the Color Company," she declared, tos

I stared at Killian for a moment. He was probably a good half foot taller than my 5’5” frame, and looked to be about my age, with dirty-blond shaggy hair and kind brown eyes. His gentle smile and kind demeanor immediately made me feel comfortable and I found myself smiling in agreement. “Sure, why not. I’ve had a really bad couple of days, and just turned down what could have been a great job. I could use the distraction. I’m Madison, by the way.”

I bolted up in joy, unconsciously hugging Kelly. It seemed pretty ridiculous but it was worth the wait. I looked at my best friend and a wave of fright coursed through me, she wasn't looking all happy and jovial anymore, she was full of bad energy and lingering eyes. I could feel her offloading dozens of rage aura and she could wolf out if I moved any nearer. "Rachael, you have been chosen by the moon goddess to become the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack thereby becoming the Alpha's Mate," Sari said, hitting his bong staff on the floor.

she breathed out, almost like she’d been holding her excitement in for too long. Swallowing hard, she extended a slightly trembling hand. “I’m Madison Wallace. One of your biggest fans.” I’ve met dozens like her before—wide-eyed, breathless, claiming to be lifelong supporters. Most of them weren’t. By the end of the night, they'd end up tangled in my sheets, their so-called admiration just a way in. I didn’t take her hand. Didn’t even acknowledge the introduction before she completely combusted from whatever fire was building in her chest. Instead, I stepped past her, snatched the bottle from her trembling grip, and downed it like I’d just staggered in from the Sahara.

As time flies, it was break time already and Dahila didn't want to cross paths with Kendall for the rest of the day so she told Madison to bring her something. She decided to take a walk to the rooftop to seek solace, on her way she heard Kendall squealing happily so thought she was in the empty class making out with Zayne then she stood in her tracks in shock "Russell, I miss you so much, it's tiring to pretend to love someone you don't but I'd do anything for you to become the next alpha of the Blue moon pack" she said hugging Russell and kissed him. Dahila was so surprised and shocked she couldn't believe her ears and eyes. Zayne rejected her only to be a stepping stone for his traitor co