Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

, I asked, "You're fired!" Instead of freaking out and begging for his damn work, Matt turned to his laptop and typed in something, then turned back to me again, as though he were waiting for more information. I strained my neck to see what he had typed, and almost fell off my chair in laughter. Matt had simply typed on his laptop: "SCHEDULE FOR TODAY 1. Fires Matt. 2......." "What kind of incredulous schedule are you setting up?", I asked him, with no hint of anger in my voice.

Mattheo had changed from a vivid image to an eternal phenomenon in my heart. He had changed. 'No, he hasn't. Don't think just because he does you a little favor, you can think he loves you. He's just using you. Remember what Luke Davis said, Mattheo is a cunning man. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt the man who saved his wife and baby's life.' Like a curse, that sentence was what I poured into my head, every moment my heart almost faltered because of him.

Addicted, vulnerable and weak making you dependent on them for your happiness. Just like her. " Any one who pleased my boy's eyes?" King Titanius asks coming from behind. And Mateo just gives him that fake smile. Looking back at the crowd. " I don't care about looks. You know that Alpha" " The beautiful ones are the most ugly ones on the inside." Mat speaks tightening his grip on the glass. Imagining those brown eyes that he only dared to love in this lifetime. The glass ready to break under his grip.When Titanius moved his fingers on top of his. Making Mat to come out of his trance.

The cold voice was interrupted by someone that didn't get to finish what he was saying. “You must answer this riddle and if you guess what is the answer then you need to give it up to the lake and if the lake turns black you are telling a lie or your answer is wrong and you will die but if you are telling the truth and given the correct answer the lake will turn pure blue and you will have the cure,” A sweet voice of a woman had spoken which I just heard for the first time. “Do you still want to continue?” After hearing what she had said, it makes me want to run and forget getting the cure but I can’t, Kivvi needs the cure and I will get it for him. Even if I had to sacrifice my life to get

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

My chest felt hollow, like a room long since emptied of everything it once held. When I didn't react, Sebastian stepped closer, his tone turning coaxing as he said, "You need to drink this quickly. That's when it works best." I forced a smile and lifted the vial, then swallowed it in one go. But as I drank too fast, the liquid burned its way into my airway. I doubled over, coughing hard, probably looking completely pathetic. Sebastian didn't seem bothered. Chuckling lightly, he pulled out a tissue and gently wiped my lips. "Slow down. Your mate is the best healer in the pack. You can have as much medicine as you want. You're unusually obedient today. You didn't even insist I feed you."

“You snuck out last night and came back with this? I thought—” “Slow down before you have a fit,” Matt said, leaning back on the dresser. His eyes glinted. Was that his wolf or something else? He tilted his head. “Let’s backtrack, hm? If I was an addict, wouldn’t I be a bit more… irrational about getting it back? Despeate even? Do I look desperate to you?”

Mathias found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, his mind devoid of any inkling regarding the answers to the riddles. With each passing moment, the relentless ticking of the clock reminded him of the dwindling time—mere minutes remained, less than ten to be precise. "Voiceless it cries... Mouthless mutters. What could this possibly signify?" Mathias muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. A sudden epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Breeze, like air... WIND!" Mathias triumphantly declared.

Benji, who was restraining the man, used one hand to remove his lighter from his pocket and place the flame at the end of Matteo’s cigarette, causing him to suck reflexively. Shit. Maybe step one would be to toss any cigarette packets he had. “You look like you want money.” Matteo said casually as he observed Bruno. “Your eyes are bloodshot, your hands are trembling, and you are missing your left pinky; hmm…alcohol addiction and a gambling debt?” Matteo asked with a dry laugh. How ironic was it that his mother was back where she started? “You don’t fit this upper-class supermarket, so you must have been following me for a while.”