Auggie Matthews Novels & Stories

he says but I only roll my eyes at him and keep drinking, I only obeyed him because he got hot chocolate involved. "UNCLE MATHEW!" a young guy with brown hair comes in and hugs Mathew, I don't know why I was pouting, but I don't like this guy very much now, why is he hugging my new cg?

He sounded so dumb that my anger was about to evaporate, and I immediately lost interest in being angry at that moment. “Doug, we have been trying, and you know that, don't you? Mateo is smart as hell and only heaven knows where the fuck he is right now,” I said to him and patted his shoulders. “Ares, are we ever going to find Dad? Will he ever come back to us? I do miss him a lot,” Doug said again, and we all stared at him again.

“Fine! And Eric Trumman? What's his deal in all of this?” “The man's a psychopath. Arrest him.” “You're way in over your head if you think I'll believe you.” “He's Cassie's accomplice.” “Oh really.” Matthew said in a dry tone. The shithead doesn't believe me. “I'm serious, man. The man you think had a broken leg doesn't. Go to his freaking house and find out. I heard he got discharged today.” Matthew heaved a sigh. He's probably tired of me. It's cool. Everyone around me is. “If I find out you're bluffing—”

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

He also realizes that there are seven boys, not six. "Matteo?" Everyone is looking at him, leaning back in his chair. "You have to kiss the youngest player here." Matteo coughs and thinks it's going to be Aurora, but then remembers she's not here. "Who's younger than me?" he asks. "When are you born?" Raisa asks, even though they both know she's in a year below him in school. "July." He answers. "1999." "You're a Cancer?" she asks, faking surprise.

“You lost the bet, didn’t you? Trying to see if I was an easy catch. Must’ve been fun explaining that to your girlfriend. Although Cherry only has about two brain cells rattling around up there, so maybe she didn’t mind.” I managed to get myself on my feet. Matt’s smirk faltered, just for a second. “Watch it dork, your walking on thin ice.” I stepped closer, glaring up at him. “And don’t you ever get tired of playing with the same toy, Matt? You’re Matthew Brown, ‘the’ Matthew Brown. You’ve got money to burn. Surely you can afford a better target than me. Or did you go broke?” Jake stepped forward. “What did you just say?”

Winter’s POV “What?! Winter is going to marry that man?!” mommy said while we were having dinner together with the asshole that grandpa wants me to marry. “I am so sorry I wasn’t able to introduce myself Immediately. My name’s Matthew Hughes.” I rolled my eyes. Acting like a good guy in front of everyone, huh? I don’t even know how he got the trust of my grandpa. “What’s your job?” dad asked him. “I-I am currently trying to find a job. I just quit my job as an office clerk last month, so---

"Nice try, but I'm a firm believer in the fact that if the person you love is in your heart, and your soul belongs to them, then words mean nothing. Trust me, you love him and he loves you, your together in a sense, and that's all I need. "Who are you?" I ask scooting away as far as possible from him. He follows me closer into the cell as my back hits the wall. "My name is Julian Matthews and I am in need of your help." Matthews? His name sounds familiar. I remember briefly Max mentioning the names of his fallen brothers and that one stuck out as he said it. Could this be the guy? Did he really survive? I found tags that day I fought him, were they his from the same tour as Max's?

She looked at the person in front of her as if he was a deranged animal, she looks towards Elijah to find him looking at Matthew like he was an alien from another planet and she mentally agrees with him 'me too buddy me too'. Matthew is wearing a honey-blonde wig that belongs to Courtney that she had worn once for one of the Halloween parties, the wig reaches his shoulder and dare she say that he looks terrible in it, the speaker is playing the song 'Who Runs The World' by Beyonce while he twerks with his back to them. Wait, scratch that he's not twerking he's trying to twerk but failing miserably at it by simply moving his butt up and down in the air.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.