Glory With Matthew Broderick Novels & Stories

The heat of him, the raw power, the scent of his cologne mixed with danger- it was suffocating. “Let me go!” I screamed, shoving hard at his chest. My palms met solid muscle that didn’t budge. “Uncle Matthew! How could you?! You left me alone when I was just a kid! And now this?! You sold your own blood to a monster!” Matthew whimpered from the floor. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Gracie…” Adrian’s dark chuckle vibrated against me. He leaned in closer, lips brushing my ear, voice low and filthy.

Matthew called with a blood eye. “ Matty, are you crazy? Do you have the nerve to flirt with a woman when your life is at risk? You have just tomorrow and you’re playing and fooling around with a woman?” Narrold bombarded Matthew. “Hey, watch it! That’s my woman and she’s not just some Woman.” “ I don't care! Matty! All I care right now is about your life. Tomorrow marks the end of Seven days and you still haven't provided Derrick’s deal and you: are kissing a woman?” Harrold paced around in the office with eyes contorted in rage.

i roar. He looked shocked by my outburst but quickly recovered, “oh little brother, you have no idea the stress on my shoulders, so what if I need a little release sometimes? You could do with one by the looks of it, you stiff old man!” “You know you're both cheating on your destined mates? Does it mean that little to you?” I can’t help but be mad, I first turned and hunted for my love, but I had a shattering pain in my chest a few months later, the nurse told us that it was the death of my destined mate. I never even found her and I’d lost her and been shattered by it. “You need to learn to respect what’s being given to you, your mate included” and with that I left before I lost it any more

"This isn't a drama show. We don't want to hear the tragic story of your lives. We don't care at all about it." "Elliot, Elliot, always in a hurry!" Matthew doesn't even show remorse for what he has done. He is still the cocky bastard that he always projects himself to be, even if he is nearing his death. "I've told you several times now that we could be allies. You and I would make a great team, but you always chose to side with the Gregorys and have this bitch all to yourself! We can share Ariella because she is nothing but a pussy to be shared."

“Life’s unfair. An enemy won’t slow down because you’re tired.” Across the field, several pack members chuckled. Gracelyn wiped her forehead with the back of her arm and reached down to help the warrior up. “Again tomorrow,” she said. Behind the training ring, Damon stood watching. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. But his wolf was very much awake. Mine. His gaze followed every movement of his mate—the strength in her stance, the way confidence now radiated from her in ways it hadn’t months ago. The shy woman who once avoided the pack’s eyes had changed.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

"Do you mind if I borrow him for just a moment?" Matthew had always possessed a nonchalant attitude that somehow allowed him to get away with anything. Without waiting for an answer, he dragged me away from the circle. The moment we were out of their line of sight, the suffocating pressure around my neck vanished, and I took a breath of fresh air. Matthew let go of my shoulder. "Thank you," I breathed, my voice low. "What are bros for?" Matthew smirked, holding out his hand. I took it, exchanging our usual grip. "But remember, if you fail this bet, I'll make sure to personally walk you to the altar to bond with Rayna next time."

He moved like a fighter—each swing controlled, each kick aimed to do maximum damage. Rebecca ran to me, her hands shaking as she steadied me. “Are you okay?” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at the fight. I nodded, though my voice was barely a whisper. “I think so... but—” “It’s okay.” Her voice was firm, though her hands were trembling as she held me. “The police are on their way. I called them and messaged Lachlan. He’s coming.” I could barely register her words, my attention locked on Matthew as he fought the men back. I’d known him for years, but this side of him was completely new. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, like every muscle knew exactly what to do. I’d never s

There was a knock on the door and the door opened and a male whose face looked vaguely familiar came inside. 'Uncle Mathias,' the girls screamed then ran into his hands for a hug. 'Mathias, what are you doing here? You are supposed to be in the conference hall,' the president's mate said. 'I can't sit there and watch what is going on. It is breaking my heart,' Mathias said before turning to me then he asked, 'Who is this?' 'He is Torrent's friend, he came to say goodbye and escort us to where we are going,' the president's mate lied without blinking.

I would lose my life without knowing the reason. "Although I was angry in my heart, I had to shake hands with Grover to make peace, fearing that they would hurt Vicky. Grover, who saw that I was in a bad mood, apologized to me on behalf of Quintin. He invited me to drink. After drinking too much, we talked a lot. I joked that Quintin preferred Harrison to him. I said, if Harrison didn't betray Quintin, Grover would have no chance to be the leader of that group of rouges.