Detective Matthews Novels & Stories

Willow said. Matthew nodded and they both walked out of the police station and got into his car. Matthew managed to look worse for wear in the last 24 hours. It was clear that he hadn't slept at all. His eyes were dull and sunken and his skin looked pale. Mr. Willow handed him a bottle of water before driving off and he downed it in one go. Matthew dozed off in the car and Mr. Willow took advantage of it and snapped a few pictures. "Matt, we're here," Mr. Willow said, shaking Matthew awake.

The metal nib scratched across the parchment. Maeve Cross. The letters appeared darker than every other name on the page. Perhaps that was only because I knew what they meant. Perhaps the book itself understood I had not come here seeking wealth, protection, or a powerful mate. I had come to commit murder. The registrar’s eyes dropped to my name. Her expression changed. Only slightly. The corner of her mouth tightened. Her gaze lifted to my face again, sharper this time, as though she were comparing me to someone she remembered.

"I get it—you want revenge. But in the end, you won't even lay a finger on me." "You're awfully confident for someone about to lose everything," I said, eyes flicking to Matthew's unconscious body. "Catching Matthew is impressive," she continued, ignoring me. "But you don't think he's all I've got, right? The guy you're after next is on a whole different level. Just because you've taken down a few people in six months doesn't mean you're invincible. Take my advice—" My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen:

My heart skipped a beat as I answered the call, my eyes flicking back to Matteo as I did. “Hello?” “Mrs. Goldberg, it’s Detective Harris,” he said to remind me. “I’m sorry to bother you at this hour, but we’ve made some progress in your mother’s case, and I think you might want to know.” My breath caught in my throat. “What is it?” There was a pause, and I could hear the detective take a deep breath before continuing. “We finally pressured the suspect enough to get something from him. He gave a name.” My entire body clenched at the possibility of catching the perpetrator once and for all that I made the mistake of looking away from Matteo. “Who is it?” I asked. “We have reason to believe tha

The storm had already begun. And somewhere—miles away, in a room where sterile light kept vigil over a body too still—Matthew’s fingers moved. Just once. Barely a tremor. But it was enough to make the world stop spinning for a second. Enough to mean one terrifying truth: He was still in there. And he’d heard something.

she pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind. She hears a chuckle and she instantly realizes that she had been caught checking him out which causes her to blush a shade of red. "I don't mind you drooling over me. I'm Matthew. Matthew Wilson. You can call me Matt for short." He says with an amused smile on his face. He smiles a lot for someone who just ripped a wolf's head apart from like it was a rag doll of some sort. This just proves the phrase 'you can't judge a book by its cover'. Wait. Why does his name sound so familiar, she thinks to herself.

Not without payment. Matthew had hired his cousin to investigate the woman he had met in Florence. Rael didn’t give family discounts. He had charged him a hefty f*e for his services. Matthew didn’t complain. His cousin’s skills in gathering information were proven. Even the smallest secrets were never beyond his reach. As far as Matthew knew, Rael had never failed a case. That was why Israel was one of the highest-paid detectives in the world. Besides, Matthew truly wanted to find the woman. Rael wasn’t even the first detective he had hired. Over the past two years, he had hired several others—but all had failed. No one had managed to find the woman named Mari.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

PROLOGUE MATTEO Present Day Arianna’s eyes were wide as she stared at my gun. “Matteo, are you insane?” I lifted my shoulder and said simply, “When you’re not around, yes.” And how true that was. My lips curved into a sardonic smile, the rage that had been consuming me for weeks finally dulling. “It’s a good thing I found you right on time for my birthday.” But I guess that didn’t matter to her. I didn’t matter to her, because she refused to choose me.

He said "Hello! How are things going at Ting Gap. I never would have thought that I would miss the place so much!" They greeted him warmly, and Debbie waved at him before leaving them to their business. She wanted to get back to her office, but also took a detour by the nursery, just to look in. They told Matthew all of what they had learned from the documents. Then asked him his opinion on what to do with the information. Matthew thought a few minutes, then said "Well, it does look suspicious. I would wager that those other three names are in on the plot. But how to get comfirmation of this will be the trick. But i will keep those names in mind when talking to Mr. Yates. He may let the odd