Novel & Cerita Film Theory #matpat

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

Rita, however, leaned forward slightly, her eyes lighting up. “Wait,” she said. “What do you mean by supernatural?” I shrugged lightly. “You know… humans turning into beasts… vampires… witches…” Mat scoffed. “Movies,” he said. “Stories. Nothing real.” Rita shook her head quickly. “I believe,” she said. Everyone turned to her. “You believe?” Mat repeated, clearly amused. “Yes,” she said confidently. “Not everything, but some things? Definitely.” Mat leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

Steven grumbles as he sits and starts rubbing my feet. “Why didn’t you?” Bridget asks. “I never get my Steves, I want them here together as much as I can get them,” Matt answers. “Granddaddy’s angel is asleep, and I think Pappy is on the way there too. What shall we do?” “MOVIE, MOVIE, MOVIE!” Steven and I chant. “I vote Movie too,” Bridget smiles. “Well since your Dad is asleep, we can dig deep into our black and white stash,” Matt smiles. Dad Nate hates, and I mean hates, old movies.

I frown, wondering if I had bored him to death. “You were more entertaining than the film.” He laughs, shaking his head. “It was like you thought you were a part of the cast.” “It wasn’t. I just wanted to know what happened.” I protest. “I bet you’ve been engrossed in a film before.” “Not like that we haven’t sweetness.” Dean chuckles, shaking his head as he rummages through the pile of DVDs. “How about we all pick a DVD and she chooses the one that looks the most interesting, then we’ll watch that.” Matthew suggests, rubbing his stubbles chin in thought.

Metatron said “Metatron, it’s a movie which means it’s not real, ok?” she saidthen licked her ice cream “So you are saying the guy is not dead” “Yes, he’s not dead” “It’s just acting, my dear” she felt satisfied that he got an answer and would remain quiet but she was wrong “If its not real then why waste your time watching it? They are of cause fooling around” he said “Actually, they are not fooling around. Its called entertainment” she said

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

Some of the wolves bore strange markings tattoos glowing from their fur, rings of flame around their eyes. “These were the Moon Matrons,” Oya said. “Chosen not by Alpha lineage, but by vision. By calling. By the moon herself.” I stepped closer. “Why were they destroyed?” She looked at me. “Because they couldn’t be controlled.” She told me the story over the next few hours, sitting close to the fire, her voice low but steady. The Moon Matrons, she explained, were once one of the three Pillars of the Shifter world alongside the Alpha Kings and the Seer Clans. Together, they kept balance.

she asked. “I don’t even know what’s good anymore, Mom,” Matt laughed. “It’s been so long since I watched TV that I’m not clued into anything that’s hot right now.” “Well then, let’s rent a movie. Surely you’ve seen something interesting.” “I vote for The Last Witch Hunter,” Matt said. “I’m down with that, although in truth I’d rather see Bridge of Spies,” Chase added, and Ellie grinned. Wasn’t it just like boys to disagree?

The man was silent as if he did not know how to speak. Hazel asked incredulously. “Have I seen you before? You look very familiar.” “My name is Mathew, I’m a director. If you watch movies a lot, you would know my name,” he said. “Oh, I know you,” Hazel snapped. “My dad loves your movies, but I think your movies are too specialized at a minority of people, and that’s why they’re popular but don’t appeal to the audience …”

Seen. And yet, I couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked at me- like I was something precious. I couldn't ignore how his touch made me feel like I was finally waking up after years of hiding. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or the trauma of the night. But maybe it was something more. "What if you're my mate?" The thought whispered through my mind, terrifying and tempting all at once. But I couldn't say it out loud. Not yet.