Megan Fox And Madison Beer Novels & Stories

She reaches for her glass and takes a long gulp from her wine glass. “Now kids.” Levi starts. Madison turns her glare thankfully away from me and directs it on Levi. “Did you just call us kids?” Oh no, doesn’t sound too good. He coughs again. “Let’s just start again and enjoy the meal shall we.” Coach suggests. Levi nods. “You both have a photoshoot tomorrow morning with Hi Magazine so if you could both ensure you turn up bright and early. He has practice straight after.” “Are you kidding me, that crappy piece of magazine?” Madison looks like she’s swallowed a bunch of lemons. Her face is screwed up, boy she looks fucking cute right now.

We arrive to a very pretty coffee shop named Beehive, with an even bigger bookstore next to it. "Wait! This is Dean's bookstore," I gasp when my two functioning brain cells finally connect. Madison nods and takes a seat at one of the little tables outside, "Wait, wait, let me take a look." I walk to the bookstore and look in wonder, it's even bigger and fancier than he described. I don't walk into the bookstore, I just look from the outside like a creep. I can see big posters of a Tundra Magazine, one of them is a huge poster of my mom looking like a goodess, with her blonde hair blowing and her white gown looking like it was painted onto her body.

Her long straight hair cascades down her back, stopping at her waist. The three of us had announcements to make at dinner tonight and I'm not sure how our family will feel about it. "If I could drink then I would take shots with you ladies before we leave tonight." Madison takes a seat on my bed. "I need the liquor courage," I confess. Madison reaches into her bag and pulls out a small flask. " I have something. The both of you need to take two shots, one for yourself and the other for me." She wiggles the flask before giving Harper to have the first go.

Xavier says. "Are you talking about Madison Blair? Please take me to her immediately. I know her very well. She is the best damn dark witch I ever knew. I met her when she was still young and at her best. I need to see my old friend," I say. "Sure, let's go. I will go and show you where Madison is. She is staying in an old house at the border of the city. I do not know what went wrong in her life that made her turn into a drunk. I cannot tell you. I know that she is a very good person, deep down. Perhaps she did not like being a dark witch. She does not do good deeds, but sometimes I did see her give food to people experiencing poverty. Perhaps she was trading it for a drink or two, I do not