Edd X Matt Novels & Stories

“Don’t be an asshole, Matty,” Em scolded with an eye roll. “That’s our friend, Mathew. But we call him Matty. He can be a dick. But we keep him around anyways.” “Got it,” I said, trying not to feel too awkward. “It’s nice to meet you, Matty.” He said nothing; he turned away and started walking toward the stage. “Don’t mind him,” Em said, taking me by the arm. “He doesn’t like new people.”

Raymond whispered loudly. "Bad girl," Danni giggled at her as she came back. Mike shook his head and opened the door for them, exiting and wrapping his arms around them as they walked to the truck. As they drove home, Danni mentioned that she'd seen Matt at the movie theater, but left out the part about him getting frisky. "He must have left early, probably couldn't wait to go fuck his date," Emma said, smiling. ****** Matt shook his head emphatically. "There's no way they saw us. I'm tellin' you, trust me. Get back over here now and finish the job. I wanna feel them lips on this bad boy again," he said, patting his crotch.

I turned to face him. "The name is Eloise Carter." "I am Matthan Gardenia Beta of the Gardenia pack but you can call me Matt for short." My snarky self came right in time. "I don't care Matt." "Good," Was his instant reply. "Can we talk?" I rolled my eyes. "I just said I didn't care. But creeps that come on to me like you usually call me a bitch and get on with their sorry and pathetic life after that sock burn."

Matt answered with a deep frown on his face. I could tell in his expressions that Matt is challenged and is so eager to find out whatever mystery is in there to find out. I know he is worried for Marco, as a friend, but I could also sense the thrill Matt was feeling as he was into his digging, as a medicine practitioner and med enthusiast. And I am not blaming, judging him or anything. As long as I can see his dedication is incomparable, I don’t think I have the right to doubt his actions.

Ella Holden POV I sat on the floor, crying, begging Ria to leave me alone and not tell Marcus anything. I promised I’d do whatever she wanted, as long as she let me meet my mate. My mascara had smudged, my lipstick was ruined. I looked a mess. My hair was tangled like it hadn’t been brushed in days. Ria threw me a mocking look from across the room, her voice sharp and cruel. “What did you think, Ella? That you’d just refuse and I’d stay quiet? That I’d let you walk away? You’re stupid. You don’t think.”

He drew back, his gaze flicking up to meet my eyes. “Are you having problems looking him up?” I asked. “What’s his name?” “Malachi Dain,” he replied, sounding a mile away. My nose wrinkled. He sounded like a super villain. “Are you serious?” “Nobody had the guts to accuse him of making it up.” “Right.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to work out how I would ask my next question without making Griff feel bad. “I can’t think of anyone who deserves getting cursed, but why—”

You've been hurt before. "I... I need your help," I stammered. "My mother is sick. I need money." Michael raised an eyebrow, watching me. "Can you help me?" I asked, unzipping my coat, revealing the revealing dress. "I'll do anything." His gaze burned through me. He stepped closer, examining me, then picked up my dress, covering me. I froze, stunned. "You think I'd be distracted by your body?" he smirked. "Your figure isn't even among the top in the North American werewolf community."

Her pussy grew moist. "H-h-hello...I don't know your name yet. How do you know mine?" "I know a lot of things about you, Dana," he said with a twinkle in your eye. "I'm Matt. I know you're a horny MILF who just sucked off her own son and his two friends in public. I know you like to swallow cum. I know you like having cum splattered on those amazing fucking tits. I know you love hard, young cock." She gasped. She was shocked he would talk to her that way already. She watched the bulge in his shorts grow. "I...I...I..."

I replied shrilly. From his curly hair, short, and stocky stature, I knew him as Mat Bagi or just Matt. He was like a mini version of the Hulk. Her curly hair framed her square face. His jaw also looked as firm as a tyrannosaurus jaw. We shook hands, and this palm felt like it squeezed. Matt was from an Islamic boarding school graduate in Grisee a small town next to Surabaya to the west. Matt's family was devout to worship. But Matt was the disobedient one.

A second later, Matt came back with a notebook in his hands, flashing me a smile as he stood over us. “The usual?” “You still remember?” It actually surprised me since it’s been almost five months since I’ve been here. He let out a small laugh in response. “Yes, with extra--” “Extra ice and lemon, one teaspoon of honey. Correct?” That somehow broke a smile on my lips. “What about you?” Xander didn’t look up at him, instead, he kept his gaze on me this whole time. “Whatever she’s having.” Matt nodded and left a second later.