Harry Potter Mattheo Novels & Stories

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

he continued, his voice dropping to a low growl, "knows her place." Panic clawed at my throat. I was trapped in a gilded cage with a predator, playing a game I didn't understand. But one thing was clear, fear wouldn't save me. I needed to be smarter "Then tell me, Don Matteo," I met his gaze defiantly, "what exactly is my place?" He smirked sinisterly. "Smart girl."

“Trust me. Your home is not exactly in my top ten list to visit but it looks like I have to see your daughter has to kidnap your wife.” Matthew raised his brow and he stood up from his chair. Buttoning his coat and approach Harry. Pushing his face towards Harry just to antagonize him. “You come up to my home, accusing my Emilia of something after all the crap you have done to us. You sure have some guts, BOY.” Matthew gritted through his teeth. “ I’m accusing of a reason, Matthew. We have witnesses, her confession of admitting trying to kill my wife a few months ago.” Matthew chuckled. “What a big imagination you have there, Harry. I thought Daniel is supposed to be the director of a publish

"Our Matheo's got a heart of gold, doesn't he?" Zyra leaned in with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she playfully flicked his nose. Matheo tilted his head up with a grin. "Well, someone has to look out for the little guys." "Who's your inspiration for being Mr. Hero?" Scratching his head, Matheo confessed, "Superman." Zyra could not help but let out a hearty laugh.

Myra, who had been silent until now, suddenly blurted, "Wait—you're saying Tate's basically some kind of magical chosen one? Like Harry Potter with better hair?" Despite the tension, a laugh bubbled out of me. "Thanks, Myra. That's exactly what I needed right now." Her grin was sheepish but genuine. "Hey, if you're gonna save the world, you're not doing it without me hyping you up." "Over my dead body," Mathias muttered. I glanced at him, amused. "Jealous much?" He growled low in his throat, and Daxon just smirked. "Told you. Overprotective."

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

"The orange one is Nacho, the gray one is Smokey, and the little chaotic one is Biscuit. You should try memorizing them. It’s good for your brain." Matteo let out a short, rough sound that was almost a laugh. "I have enough names to memorize, Serenia. Most of them belong to people who want to see me dead." "Must be exhausting," I murmured, watching Leo trip over a small dandelion patch, roll onto his back, and start laughing at the sky. "Always waiting for the next hit. Always looking at the windows like they're about to explode." Matteo didn't answer right away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver lighter, flipping the cap open and shut with a rhythmic, metallic click-

Harry's mom smelt of spring and lilies. "Our cook has a variety of dishes all ready. So shall we, "Harry said as he gestured to the dining area. We were all seated and enjoying the food in companionable except for a few compliments on the food when Matthew dropped his spoon suddenly and the chicken soap he was having splashed on his shirt. Harry directed him to the closest convenience, but Matthew requested that I show him the way to the convenience. I politely obliged even though I didn't want to be too close to him, let alone in a bathroom with him.

she mutters. A cloaked figure appears beside my mother and speaks to her in a low, indiscernible voice. She sighs again. "I still don't know what creature to choose. Do either of you have an idea?" She asks. I glance at my mate and suddenly an idea pops into my head. A smirk crawls onto my lips. "How about a leopard?"

“You’re so focused on saving your precious Cassie and fighting Lorenzo, you didn't notice the shadows moving among your own blood.” Leonardo slowly lifted his head, despite the burning pain in his ribs. “What... what are you talking about? My blood?” The wolfsbane was making his mind foggy. Matteo leaned in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still managed to carry through the dungeon’s silence. “I am Matteo Giovanni. Does that name mean anything to you, little cousin?”