Edd X Matt Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Emma said and Matilda furrowed her brows. " XESS?" Matilda said. " In short for, Xander, Elvis, Silver and Steven. They are the most famous here. Girls over here drool for them, they're all handsome and gosh everyone wants to have a moment with them." Ella explained. "What, all girls, what so special about them." clyde said squeezing his face in disgust."

It made me sick to think that he was so two faced, and even worse, that Damien trusted him. “Ah, Matt, I’ve been meaning to speak to you regarding my new prototype. I have some data I've compiled regarding the inner workings of the prototype and I'll send it over to you tonight.” Damien said. I watched Matt, who’s real name was Bartholomew, carefully as he spoke with Damien.

As he reached Alaia and me, his face broke out into a huge smile. “Welcome home, Xander, Luna.” I could feel Alaia’s body tense up a bit when he approached, but I understood why. Matt was a warrior as well, and a well-trained one at that. He kept very fit, and with his perfect smile, dirty blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was a lady killer without even trying. He just had an effect on women, even if it was harmless and unintentional. “Thank you, Matt. It’s good to be home. Now would you please put on a shirt so my mate can take a breath?” I said with a laugh.

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.