Is Matt Sturniolo Single Novels & Stories

"Woa, I dunno Loretta, it probably isn't Stenz." "Lauren, till we find out he isn't Stenz, I think we should all agree it's Stenz, and he's somewhere in New York." "We can't possibly know that Loretta, for all we know he could be here in Chicago, stalking me." "Did he send any other pictures Matt?" "I just said no to that Wayne." "So do you now believe Lauren Matt? Can you see how she's telling the truth?" "I dunno ladies, I don't know."

Leaving Gina’s office, Luna drove back to her office. She had let Matt go again, she had told him she didn’t want to keep him hanging around. Which was true, technically, but really, she had just wanted to be alone. Following her appointment with Gina, Luna had known beforehand that she was going to be emotional and feeling all sorts of emotions. Emotions that she didn’t need Matt, or anybody else for that matter, seeing. And she was right, Luna thought to herself as she drove, she was feeling emotional.

were Matteo’s closing words before the call ended. Matteo couldn’t wait too long, nor could he afford to just sit around speculating. He had to take concrete action to uncover the person behind the scandal involving the nude photos of him and Luna. Upon returning to the bed, Matteo was transfixed by Luna’s sleeping face. She remained enchanting, even though she looked a complete mess at the moment. He sat down beside her and gazed intently at her face. Gently, Matteo stroked Luna’s cheek and brushed aside a strand of hair that was partially covering her face.

My boss, preparing to throw another punch, was visibly enraged. Dax, too, was confused. "No, we are not!" they both exclaimed in unison. I gave them a disapproving look and shook my head. "I’m not in a relationship because I’m focused on being a single mother. Although my husband is no longer with me, I will always love him. Honestly, I think we need a professional to evaluate this situation. What’s with both of you? Why would you be interested in someone like me, who doesn’t stand out in any special way?"

"My husband—the man I love most—is the biological father of my children and also the only son of Gregory Mattel, chairman of Mattel Group—Rowan Mattel." The moment her words landed, the entire annual gala seemed to hold its breath. All eyes were fixed on Rowan and Natalie, and their expressions shifted from confusion to disbelief. Even the air itself seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of breathing. Mattel Group? The only son of Gregory Mattel? Rowan Mattel? Five whole minutes of silence passed before someone asked, "But… didn't everyone say Rowan Mattel was dead? What's going on?" Rowan took the microphone and explained simply, "I was recovering from an illness. I'm fully healed now."

She felt it before she saw it. A presence. “Come out,” she said quietly. A figure stepped from the shadows. Ronan Hale. Aria tensed instinctively—but he raised his hands. “I was released from confinement this morning,” he said quickly. “Under supervision.” She studied him carefully. “You shouldn’t be here alone.” “I know,” he said. “But someone needs to tell you something.” Her chest tightened. “What is it?” Ronan swallowed. “Before the summit attack… I was contacted again. Not by Ridgefall.”

This sudden celebration most certainly had something to do with that. "I will have no other bride," Matteo said, his expression stoic and unchanging. He returned to his seat, leaning against the backrest while he evenly met Ronan’s gaze. "Tell that to every news website that has your name and Emmeline Hawthorne’s name plastered across their headlines!" Ronan gritted out. "How will you explain it to them without making yourself look like a two-timing bastard? You know how that mother of yours can be, and she will no doubt spin it into a tale of how you’ve cheated on the Hawthorne princess for a waitress!"

“You don’t share everything with me, and I’m not always with you.” “What?” Matteo snapped. “You are my butler. Why won’t you be with me? Always?” “You treasure your privacy, sir. I can only tell you that you didn’t accept Miss Stella again. You didn’t look for her after the accident. And you supported Noah on your own.” My eyes shut tightly. “On my own? What about that woman?” My heart raced because of Matteo’s question. Is he talking about me? “That woman? You mean Miss—”

Conri's POV Letting go of her hand was one of the hardest things to do. I walked back to the room the clinic staff put us in to wait for updates. There is a phone in there that has a direct line to the surgical suite. When I got there, I was met with nothing but long faces. I said, "Really guys? I honestly don't think I can take eight hours of this heavy feeling." Luna Abby said, "That's how long it could take?" I nodded my head. I said, "he said that it's such a delicate surgery, he has to move very precisely. If he moves too quickly, or jerks his hand even a millimeter, he could paralyze her." Luna Abby rested her head on Alpha Damien. Brenna was doing what she had to do for Nico, but I re

“If it is politeness you are so concerned with, wouldn’t it be far more polite not to have read my mind to begin with?” Damian laughs, as if Mattel had said something particularly funny. Must be the effect of Jana, Mattel thinks drily. “That would make me a bad friend, I’m afraid,” Namjoon smiles. “Seeing as how you are now consorting with someone who my fiancée see as a younger sibling, it was never an option not to look.” Mattel supposes that he has to admire the man, for his boldfaced, blithe honesty. “And?” he drawls. “Did you find it to your satisfaction?”