Maidanam Novel Novels & Stories

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Every step I take exuding a quiet confidence that commands attention. Peeta opens the door for me as I step in and the room is filled with the Japanese, their gazes fixed on me as I enter. I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere as I gracefully take my seat at the table, my eyes scanning the room, meeting each gaze with a calm yet knowing look. I smile to myself, confident that whatever the reason, I'm not leaving here without a sealing handshake. It's me, Nadia, formidable and unbeatable.

I was busy worrying about the well-being of my daughter. “Why do you make me worry so much, Amber?” I asked myself as I picked up a novel on the side of the bed. It was Amber’s best novel. She would finish this novel and start all over again just because of the suspensions and plot. The book was titled “bye, see you.” I hadn’t read the book but I know everything about it because of Amber’s endless bickering. She muttered about this book so much that I know much about it. It was a book written by a human. The book was about a younger male who fell in love with an older female. His name was Jai and her name was Ann. Jai was out with his friends. They all picked girls they would mate with from

I remark, not sure what the point was. "Maiden Notes is an anagram for Damian Stone." Damian remarks looking highly of himself. "So what? So you own the building. Big freaking deal. That still doesn't explain why you're here." Damian, however, looks over at me with a weird expression on his face, almost as if he finds it sexy that I continue to challenge him.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

Me and Danny called her Nanay ever since she told us the meaning of it. *Flashback* “Do you have a family in the Philippines, Mereditha?” Danny asked her. Danny likes teasing her about calling her by name. Mereditha doesn’t like it. She said that it’s disrespectful. “I told you to call me Nanay.” She said seriously. Danny laughed and hugged her from the side. “Why would I? I don’t even know what’s the meaning of it.” Danny said and looked at Merceditha like a child. “We call our mothers Nanay in the Philippines. Even though they’re not our mothers, if they are elders, we call them like that. You two should do the same way to me.”

After we left the courthouse, we bought white chrysanthemums and carnations. Together, we went to a quiet corner of the hillside cemetery and found his father’s grave. Tears fell onto the flowers one by one. Conrad slowly knelt and whispered, “Did you hear, Father? That evil man is finally getting what he deserves. I did it…” I knelt beside him and stayed silently at his side. His broad shoulders trembled. My heart softened, and I reached out to half-embrace him. Perhaps proposing marriage during the wedding procession had been impulsive—but here, under his father’s black‑and‑white portrait, I understood my feelings more clearly than ever.

Amber Brown I thought about Dylan insistently throughout the journey home, it was very strange the way things were going, I don't know how far his madness goes, or maybe I underestimated his desire for revenge. I never expected this from him, not from the Dylan I had a relationship with years ago.

I asked. "Oh, good morning Emma, this is Hannah and she's the new maid Mr. Hollen hired." Halley turned to Hannah and gave a smile. She had a tanned skin tone, slightly darker than Halley's skin. She had jet black, cut in a short bob at the back of her neck, and bangs. Her eyes were hazel and bright. Her nose was straight and her lips were small, which went well with her narrow face. "New maid?" I asked, as if Halley had just stuttered.