Detective Matthews Mga Nobela at Kwento

The father's hands guided his son's, while the mother cheered them on. Something sharp twisted in my chest—not quite envy, but a profound longing that made my fingers tremble as I reached for my phone. Before I realized what I was doing, I had dialed Serenity Haven. "Serenity Haven, Dr. Wright speaking," came the calm, professional voice I'd grown familiar with over the years. I swallowed hard. "Director Wright, hello, may I ask how my mother, Rebecca Morgan, is doing now?" There was a slight pause, then her gentle voice continued, "Still the same, no significant change. She had a good morning in the garden, though she didn't speak much."

He was cloaked in a long coat, the hem fluttering in the night breeze, his slightly long hair also disheveled, revealing a somewhat pallid face. His voice bore a hint of impatience: "I haven't disappeared, can you let her go now?" The officer who came with him nodded incessantly: "Of course… of course she can be released…” Matthew not disappearing made the whole case a farce. Whether he wanted to or not, Winky knew, it ended here. Because Matthew had returned, there was no more reason to prosecute Flora. The police car door swung open, Winky stepped out with a cold expression, standing to the side in silence.

Matthew did not fight back and just coldly watched Linus, letting him punch and kick him. “What are you doing?” Matthew's assistant saw Linus attacking Matthew and rushed to stop him. Seeing the injured Matthew, he carefully helped him into the car. In the evening, Matthew received news from the police station—they had found Lucy's necklace by a nearby river...

The thought of being so close to losing herself, to being consumed by something she didn’t understand, was terrifying. “I need to find my mate, yes I know. My mate is the only one that can help me, yes I know. Well, Leo is the only one I know of as my mate but with the situation at hand. He can't help me.” Lucy said and yawned as she readjusted herself right where she sat. Katherine was about to respond to her but before she could respond, the door to the room creaked open, and all three women looked up in unison.

I gave a restaurant across town as our destination, something innocuous enough for any curious eyes. Once we were moving, I turned to him. “Henry, thank you for everything with Charles.” He nodded slightly, eyes on the road. “You’re welcome, Ms Katherine.” “I need your help with something else,” I said quietly. “Something… more dangerous.” He glanced at me briefly, curiosity flickering. “What am I investigating?” I looked out the window, my reflection barely visible against the passing blur of light. “The murder of Matthew Smith,” I said. “Gordon’s father.”

Not yet could I relinquish her. I yelled out, "She's not being honest," my voice hardly audible. "She has more than first greets the eye." Mathias looked at me, and for a split second I could see a flutter of identification in his eyes. "I'm aware," he said, his voice sympathetic. "We must, however, handle this gently. We cannot just charge her without hard data." His words rang in my head, with a terrible reality. Matthew knew something; he was not ready to share yet. Though my heart sank, I had to believe him. He was always the voice of reason, the one grounding me.

“Matthew -“ Just as I say his name, the line cuts off. I see Leo appear in the doorway of the kitchen and his eyes go wide as he sees the color drain from my face and Jasmine hurrying to my side to hold me up as my knees buckle. “Claire, who was that? What’s happened?” I stare at the floor as I hold onto Jasmines arm that is embraced around my own. “Matthew has been arrested.” “For what? Gambling isn’t illegal.” He says as he takes out his phone. “Narcotics and drug possession. He says he didn’t do this.” I look up at Leo as he looks sternly at me. “Matthew isn’t an addict, Claire. We’ll figure this out. Come on.” He helps me up and leads me to the front door.

I said quickly, holding up a scroll I had grabbed from the hallway. He looked at me suspiciously but eventually stepped aside. Once inside, I let out a breath of relief. The library was massive, with rows and rows of shelves that seemed to stretch into forever. I felt small standing there, but I couldn’t let that stop me. I started searching, my fingers brushing over the spines of books as I looked for anything that might hold the answers I needed. My mother’s story echoed in my mind, giving me clues to follow. Finally, I found it—a book about old alliances and rivalries between packs. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, scanning for anything that matched what Mama had told me.

Now, with my life in pieces and every shadow possibly hiding a threat, I wasn’t so sure. I traced the faded letter with my fingertip. C. Who had she been protecting me from? Or had she been protecting them from me? A log in the hearth popped, making me flinch. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. She didn’t like this. She wanted movement, distance. But I stayed put. Whatever was hidden in my mother’s writing, I needed to face it. Caleb’s Visit A knock at the door shattered my thoughts. My first instinct was to grab the dagger from the table. I moved silently, my wolf’s senses sharpening.

he asked. Antonio’s voice came through the speaker, “We don’t know yet.” Matthew’s eyes darkened, “Keep digging.” “Yes, boss.” The line disconnected and silence returned. I stared out the window in thought, the rumors, the threats, the surveillance, the attack, the hidden compartment behind my mother’s portrait, and the key. Everything felt connected somehow but I couldn’t see how. “You should stay with me tonight.” Matthew’s voice broke through my thoughts. I looked at him, “What?”