Gus X Matt Novels & Stories

She lifted her head. Matt stood in the door between the garage and the house, weapon drawn, wearing a mean scowl. When he caught sight of them, he lowered the gun with a sigh and tucked it away. “Hey! I didn’t expect to see you, man. When did you get back to the States?” “Earlier today,” Pierce said as he hopped out of the Jeep and shook Matt’s hand. As Brea eased out on the other side and inched around the front of the truck, Matt whipped off his cowboy hat and shared a bro hug with Pierce. She approached, and the man’s angular face softened as he wrapped an arm around her, giving her a friendly squeeze.

I watch her eyes narrow as a look mixed with sadness and longing comes into them. "Hey, Matt," Leigh calls. Matt is fiddling around with the massive screen in front. "What movie are we seeing today?" He turns around, a heavy cashmere coat draped over his shoulders. With those wide shoulders and gigantic form, he has the look of an evil overlord, complete with his signature scowl. "It's Ghostbusters." "Frozen empire?" Leigh asks in a chirpy voice. Matt's brows furrows. "Uhh…yeah." "Yay!" Leigh claps her hands excitedly. "I've always wanted to see Ghostbusters."

Matthew’s body finally gave out, and he fell to his knees with a loud thud. Gus was holding a blade as he walked over furiously. “F*ck! Where did this idiot come from? Do you have a death wish? Let me fulfill it for you!” As he spoke, Gus lifted the blade in his hand, aiming it at Matthew’s head. Gus Jefford was Kareem’s leading general. His hands were naturally stained with blood, so even if this blade did not kill Matthew, the latter would at least end up in a comatose state.

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.

"Help me cook this spaghetti and let’s talk about something else. Tell me about your golf game." "I won, which isn't too rare, but still rare enough that it felt good." I opened the bottle of red wine she got and lifted it to my nose, breathing in deeply. "Both Matt and Damon are going through some shitty life experiences, so beating them wasn't nearly as joyous as it usually is." "Matt and Damon are friends or brothers?" "They're brothers. Matt is a few years younger than us and looked just like Damon's mother, who cheated on his father, but his father still doesn't know about it."

The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him. “You are not going to let me live that down, will you?” Another voice came coming by the side of Matty whose face instantly lightened up at the sight of this women. She had a pixy cut and green eyes. I couldn’t notice before but then I see it Matty is also mortal with green eyes. “Live you down? I have it on record. You actually threatened my boobs women, that shit was hilarious.”

However, she refrained from drooling, just barely. “Damn baby. Are you trying to give me a permanent hard on?” Matt asked. “Says Mr. Sex on wheels!” Chey giggled. “What? I have jeans and a tank top on, not exactly G.Q.” Matt said. “Babe G.Q. ain’t got nothing on you.” Chey responded. “Are you sure you want to go?” Matt asked. “Positive.” Chey answered. “Well, we better go before I decide to drag you back to bed.” Matt replied.

“Could you give us a couple of menus, please?” He reached beside the cash register where plastic folded menus lay waiting. As he brought them to her, he asked, “Another round?” Lauren and Bonnie exchanged mischievous looks and both nodded at the same time. While he got them, Lauren shared more of herself easily in a way that Bonnie found very refreshing. She was growing to like this woman and already considered if she and Joan would get along, or if they’d be separate friendships. Mixing people was like making a good soup, and both women had enough fire to cause a potential explosion. “I married Matt early, and he wasn’t a bad man, but he just had too many rules set for himself. Those includ

Adds Chris. Everyone looks back at me, all waiting for some fort of response or reaction from me. At this point, I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore. “Oh my God, are you freaking kidding me?! That’s a good one!” I continue laughing as I tried to catch my breath. I mean, these guys were joking right? Any person who reads werewolf fiction novels could know this in a heartbeat. And I should know, for I am one of those people. No one else was laughing, especially Jackson. He just kept a straight face.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”