Eric Matthews Novels & Stories

She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

Damn this mate bond. "I'm done with you," I snapped, my eyes blazing. "I don't need you, James." "Emily, I'm about to become Alpha," he said, waiting for me to relent. "Being my mistress is your best choice. Your mother's life is at stake." He turned to leave, adding, "You'll come around. Your mother can't wait." "I don't need it!" I screamed after him, collapsing, tears streaming down my face. Was there no escape? Would I watch my mother suffer?

She took her hand back from Mr Denver Cameron and forwarded it towards Mr Corbin Matthews which Mr Matthews gladly took with a smile. "I love your confidence. We also look forward to working with you, Ms Davis." Mr Matthew replied in a gentle tone. He was an Elderly man around 60 years old with grey hair, dressed in a navy blue tuxedo. His facial features made him appear to be kind and Eleana knew it was true. Mr Matthews was famous for his generosity.

Emily Warner “Also if you don’t mind, since we have ended things between us on such good note, you might leave soon and last night, my mother interrupted us…” I say shyly looking down at the floor, drawing circles with my fingers. “Yes?” He asks, as I see him anticipating my next words. “You know-“ I say too embarrassed to say the whole thing. “Emily, sweetheart, you have to speak up. I don’t want to make assumptions.” He groans as he stares at my completely red face now.

I knew I was red, but I didn't want him to tease me more about it. “Damn it Jackson! Why?! Why do you keep doing things like this?” "Because" He begins with his husky tone. “You’re my mate. And I’m just showing you how much I appreciate you.” I peek through my hands nervously. Our faces were just inches apart from each other. His devilishly handsome face just made me want to scream like a fangirl from the close proximity. I had never felt like this around any hot guy in my life. Not that I always had hot guys swarming me from left to right. But this one, he is my mate. And I believe that this euphoric feeling will never stop for the rest of our lives.

was Gwen's rueful reply. "Is there any particular reason we can't work with the Matthews Foundation? Trent Matthews seemed nice enough. In fact, he's far more approachable than I'd expect from a billionaire heir to such a fortune. And he sounds like a walking sex god ." Amy joked adding, "Now don't look at me like you don't expect me to know what a sex god he is."

I had to whittle Jonathan down and give Matt more than a few stern looks to make it all happen, but in the end it all worked out. "I have to say that I'm rather impressed." Jonathan stood next to me at the front of the restaurant. Matt had a call he had to take, and Margaret was in the restroom. "How so?" I turned and lifted my eyes to focus on him. "Matthew is a Bryant. Rarely do men like him let a woman do his bidding. He's a different bird than his flock, no?"

Matthew is a responsible man who would never take an intimate relationship with someone lightly when he wasn't sure who he was going to spend his life with, unlike Jordan. "This is thanks to Emily, thanks to Emily who let him drink something he shouldn't have that day and made me whole, I was worried that I would be abandoned by him, after all I was not born well and have no background, but Emily helped me directly." Emily was so angry that she immediately coughed up blood. "You ...... What do you mean? What do you mean, I helped you?" Could it be the day ...... Emily loathed Serena the most and how could she help Serena, it seems that the other party climbed into Matthew's bed that day whil