Detective Matthews Mga Nobela at Kwento

" he asked looking at me expectantly, he had a point, I don't know why I didn't think this through, of course we couldn't watch her when we both had to report to work, even if he is the vice of his real estate company it didn't mean he could do as he pleases, which is one thing I love about Matthew, he's a disciplined man, never taking advantage of his power over people. I'll have to trust him to handle this for me, I need to be ahead of whatever plan my resurrected mother is planning, I know this isn't any coincidence, we'll have to find out. "Okay if you trust this person then we'll have to give him the job of watching her, I want to know what she does, who she meets with, everything possi

The old man leaned forward, as he asked in a low tone “Has Charles ever been arrested?” “Yes, sir. But he always walked free. Every single time. Witnesses vanish. Evidence mysteriously disappears. In one case, the lead detective was found dead in a lake forty-eight hours after filing a report. Charles knows how to cover his tracks.” A heavy silence settled between them. “Then we need to act fast,” the old man said. “If Matthew is connected to him, it will be easier to trace them, there's definitely something they are hiding” The assistant gave a small nod.

Being here suffocates me. The police left me in this room alone, and after a few minutes, the door swung open. My forehead creased when I saw Matthew walking in, carrying his briefcase. He sat across from me, and I watched his every movement intently. Once settled on his chair, he met my gaze, let out a deep breath, and stared at my face for a while. "Hi, Atty. Marcus Sullivan, I am Prosecutor Matthew Hayes," he extended his hand. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was serious, but since he just stared at me, I had no choice but to shake his hand.

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

__________________________________ As Mathew sat behind his desk,the only noise one could hear was the tapping of his nails on the desk as he tried to hard to concentrate on work and not on all the stories about Mae's past,he was definitely going to be the one that will murder her father,he was not ready to get her hands dirty for someone that was not worth it,first of all he needed to find him and get rid of him before he came for her,and to do that he was going to need all the help he could get and that was Dominco, picking up his phone from the table he dialed Dominco's number and in one ring he picked up, "Mathew called,let me guess you need something what is it?" Dominco said over the p

He doesn’t look at Charlie or I but at Matthew. “Who are you?” Zach shouts out at him but stays rooted to the spot A sinister smile appears on Matthews face as he takes his eyes off of Charlie to focus on him. “My name is Matthew. First Hybrid” “That’s not possible” Zach calls out and I hear Matthew laugh I had never heard him laugh, it was dark and menacing. Was this really a person I wanted as a consultant? “Well Zach, there are many things that you do not know. The world has moved on and you are just one of many”

Matthew looks suspiciously happy this evening. He whistles a song and swings the food bag as he walks in the narrow street. He looks like he spent the entire day at home ad he didn't even bother to change his grey sweatpants and brush his messy hair. Grayson keeps following him until there are lesser people around them to grab his wrist and push him against the wall. Matthew widens his eyes at first, and then he frowns when he recognises his face. "You?" he lifts a brow, "What the hell are you doing?"

How could they be capable of such cruelty? I laughed, a bitter, incredulous laugh. “Are you crazy? I don’t believe you, Matthew. This is all just a twisted story you’re making up.” Matthew’s smirk never faltered. Slowly, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, old cassette tape. He held it out in front of me, the worn label barely readable, but I could still make out the faint imprint of a name. “This,” he said, his voice colder than ever, “is the proof you’re asking for.”

Michael pledged before giving his final bow to the Queen of Grilux. "I love you, mother." Those were the words Vivienne could ever utter before Michael pulled her away from the room. Heading down to the underground chamber, Vivienne looked back for the last time and saw Queen Marita of Weacomor shot two arrows from outside the room. The next thing she heard is her mother's deafening scream because of pain. Vivienne vividly saw Queen Marita attacked her mother and King Felix fighting with his father. There's no way she would forget Weacomor's treachery, not until the day she will let her last breath go.

I flicked my chin at Alex. He only smirked, unfazed. Like he had all the time in the world. “And don’t you have cases to win?” I motioned at Matthew, I snatched the towel from the bench, dragging it across my face, trying to wipe away more than sweat. Matthew didn’t flinch. “Talking about cases—that’s exactly why I’m here. And I don’t give a damn about your little crash-out.” Typical Matthew Davenport. Always blunt. Always too sharp.