Eddsworld Matt On Matt Action Novels & Stories

“This place is an abandoned area. She must be here. Call the police Ronan, let's go inside Matt.“ Jared said rushing out of the car. He rushed inside the building with Matt running behind him. They looked around the whole building until they finally got to a place of laughter. Some men were standing around a room, they stopped there. “Hey! What are you doing here?“ One of the men who noticed them asked. Jared scoffed, his eyes red with anger. “Where is she? Where are you keeping my woman you bastards!“ “Is he calling us a bastard? You must be pretty confident seeing how you came alone with your dog.“ They said referring to Matt. Matt frowned, “I am not his dog. Mind your speech, you don't kn

"Sandra can talk all she wants. I'm not losing sleep over it." That's mostly true. Mostly. Lizzie keeps muttering under her breath about "that plastic bitch" while Tara debates the ethical implications of publicly humiliating cheerleaders. Then we hear it. "Cat." I stop walking immediately. Matt is striding toward us from the far end of the hallway, shoulders tight and expression dark. Not playful-pissed. Pack-pissed. "Hey," I say carefully. "What's up?" He stops directly in front of me. "What the hell are these fucking rumors?"

“What a performance.” Then he paused again, his hand flying to my shoulder. “What about Adam? What did he do?” “Watching with the rest of us… and with a stupid smirk on his face.” “Well, he didn't disappoint. Typical Adam is a dick.” Matt stood up and headed to my kitchen. “Want some tea too?” He called out. “Yeah, sure,” I smiled warmly even though he couldn't see me. Matt and I were not related by blood, but he was more family to me than the ones with that title.

Matt's once easygoing personality has slipped away to be replaced by the stern deadly Gamma I know hides underneath constant jokes and laughter. With a final nod to me, Matt steps further into the challenge area, his aura swirling around him like a storm. The closer he gets to the center, the more his energy pulsates into the air around us, reaching out into the crowd and making the sitting members shift uncomfortably. Matt's father, Toby, meets him in the middle. Both men look like the Gods of death in their black tactical gear, their faces stoic and lethal as they shake hands.

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.

A familiar voice ordered and I felt relief wash over me. I looked up and it was Matt. "Hey." He raised a brow. "You alright?" "Yes." "You fucking bitch, I knew she would be problem...I fucking told you..." Bang! Blood splattered everywhere.. on my clothes, on my hands but thankfully not my face. I watched the man names Raymond fall right back to the chair. "Noo!!!" Mom yelled at the top of her voice. "That." Matt chuckled. "Was for Sophie. And this..." Another bang. "Was for Edward and this and this and this and this." He stopped and looked over at Mom.

I woke up to the sun shining into my bedroom I open my eyes and thought back to last night. Dinner wasn't too bad Matt and Mr Black seem like nice people if you put the fact that they are mafia to the side. A knock on my door had me pulled from my thoughts I got up and opened the door. Matt was standing there in workout clothes staring down at me. He is really tall at 6 ft and I am a mere 5 ft 2. I look up at him and lift any eyebrow at him. He shakes his head at me and say.

“Surprised?” “Very,” I admit, shaking my head slightly. “Are you following me now?” “Of course not,” he replies, his voice smooth as ever. “I’m here accompanying someone.” He pauses and adds with a mischievous glint in his eye, “But please, just call me Matt.” I raise an eyebrow, amused by his insistence. “Matt? I’m not sure that suits you.” “Trust me, it suits me just fine,” he says, his grin widening. “So, are you busy, or could I tempt you into a stroll around Rodeo Drive?”

When it finally ended and the guy left with a quick wave, Jordy exhaled softly and turned back to Matt. “…You okay?” Matt didn’t answer immediately. Then, finally— “Who was that?” Jordy blinked. “Just someone from school.” Matt nodded once, but his expression didn’t change. “You seemed… comfortable,” he said. Jordy frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” “Nothing,” Matt replied quickly. Too quickly. Jordy studied him for a second, then leaned closer. “Matt.” Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “I didn’t like it,” he admitted.

Brit roared. Now that did get me out of bed. Why, you may ask? 'Cause I knew Brit wasn't joking when she said that—trust me. "Thanks, Brit. I couldn't have done it without you," Matt sighed. "I know, you've always been a wussy," she said with a smile. "Evilll! Evill!" Matt yelled, pointing fingers. "Ugh.. Are y'all trynna be Drake and Josh or something?" I asked with an irritated look.