Novel & Cerita Natasha Madison: Books

Zai shouted like a mad woman. Madison shut the book closed. The sound became muffled and then stopped. “I owe you nothing,” Madison murmured. She had made a mistake. Her curiosity had led her into a trap. Whoever said it was a good thing to explore, Madison thought sarcastically. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The one who wasn’t supposed to exist. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Later that morning Natasha walked into the library, her silk robe trailing behind her. The scent of old books and cedar hung heavy in the air. She needed a distraction or maybe she just needed to find something that made sense. Her fingers brushed against the spines of the books until one caught her attention, a worn brown leather volume with a cracked label: “Foundation Records- Restricted Archives.” Her breath caught. The lock on the cabinet had been broken recently. She pulled the file open, and papers spilled out.

*** Back at my apartment, I dropped my coat, poured a glass of something expensive, and stared at my notes. I didn’t know why this felt personal yet. I’d barely met Damian. I didn’t care much for old men in ivory towers. But watching Natasha work her web,so calm, so entitled, so sure she’d get away with it,stirred something in me. I’d seen this kind of woman before.

Her face grew disgusted as the she-wolf slithered closer, her heels barely clicking the floor as if she were a trained assassin. “You. What are you doing here?” Natalie smiled smugly, her eyes gleaming and reflecting the candlelight surrounding Madraya. Her head shifted to the side, her smile still plastered over her lips. “You see all. So I'm quite sure you know why I am here.” “Never would I help the likes of you.” Madraya’s jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring as she stood tall, her eyes narrowing at Natalie. The air in the temple grew heavier, the candles flickering as if the very energy around them was reacting to the tension.

The fear that used to sit tightly in her chest no longer greeted her the moment she opened her eyes. There was no tension here. No footsteps she needed to listen for. No moods she had to anticipate. The estate was quiet, orderly, and strangely peaceful. At first, Marceline moved carefully, as if afraid she might disturb anyone. But as the days passed and no one stopped her, she began to explore the vast property at her own pace. She spent long hours in the library, curled up in a chair by the window, surrounded by shelves that seemed endless. Sometimes she reads for hours without noticing the time. Other times, she simply sat there, turning pages slowly and enjoying the quiet more than the s

Madie continued to scan through the papers, finally getting to the photographs so she could look at pictures instead of words. After a photo or two, the light smile on her face disappeared as she registered what was in the photo. Some were black and white, some were colored. Some were places, some were people. Some had Mother Superior in it. Her heartbeat became quick without her knowledge, eyes focusing on flicking the photographs one after the other. She wondered why looking through it made her nervous. Maybe because she was starving, and the tummy monster was getting to her? Or maybe there was this tug at her head that told her she knew this place. Knew this people.

"Working? You’re watching the Clarke Empire vanish into a goddamn black hole! The Human Supremacist prick—whoever is behind this—they’re coordinated. It’s a fucking slaughter out there." "Then leave." Madison reached for the zipper of her dress. She pulled it down, the silk sliding over her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood in nothing but black lace lingerie, the thin straps cutting into her pale skin. "You’re vibrating at a frequency that’s annoying my servers. Get out, JJ." "You... you’re losing it. You’re actually losing it." The door hissed shut behind him. Madison exhaled, a sharp, ragged sound. She stepped toward the private terminal, her bare feet silent on the cold stone.

It’s an obituary. Death of Maddison Nox Earlier today it was announced by the Iron Mountain Pack they had found the young Maddison Nox dead in the forest surrounding their pack. It seemed that the girl had survived in the forest ever since being banished at age 10, but the circumstances around her death are being kept close to the people involved. Maddison Nox, age 15, was accused of the illness that led to the death of her former Luna, for which she was banished from her pack by a grieving Alpha Richard.

Just as April G said those words, Madison looked over and saw a large book with a cat silhouette and three red diamonds playing across from each other. There is something about that book. Madison pondered before reaching her hand out to conjure the book towards her. “What are you doing? “ Following your suggestion. Madison answered. Doing a little research. Madison used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,”

He’d fielded more flirtatious glances than he could count, more calculated smiles than a professional gambler had cards. Then Natasha had walked in. She was new, fresh-faced, and possessed an almost unnerving earnestness. Her resume had been impeccable, her references glowing. But it was her eyes that had first snagged his attention during the interview, a deep, intelligent hazel that seemed to drink him in, not with the usual fawning awe, but with a… different kind of intensity. It was a hunger, raw and unvarnished, that he hadn't seen directed at him in years, perhaps ever.