Is Mattheo Riddle A Real Character Novels & Stories

"Let's see. If you know everything about him, then maybe you already know that Matthew is not his real name?" "W-What are you saying? Matthew is his name. Why would he have any other name?" "Exactly. Because he didn't tell you about his real identity. He is fooling you all along and you don't even know about it." "What exactly are you trying to say? I-I don't understand." "Matthew is not who you think he is. His real name is Themis Lockwood and he has a twin named Timothy Lockwood. Familiar, right?" I thought for a while until I finally realized what he was trying to say.

After asking the question, Matt finally got his answer and stopped being curious. But Ella suddenly remembered something. She turned her head to look at Matt and, imitating his tone, asked a riddle, "That child is not his, right?" Matt: "..." This riddle really stumped Matt for a moment. The child was easy to guess—it was obviously Theo. But who was the "he" in Ella's question? If she was referring to Lucas, then the answer was definitely no.

"You're Chandler's son, Matteo, right?" "Do you know me?" Matteo asked, puzzled. "Who are you?" "Caspian Lynch." "You're Caspian?" Matteo was extremely shocked. "You're the one who took down Alfred?" he exclaimed.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing one of my legs over the other. "Since you already know my name, it's time to get serious." I said and he nodded his head. I didn't expect him to be scared, given the way he was acting earlier. "What...do you want from me." He stammered out, after so many failed attempts of talking. His confidence suddenly gone at just the mention of my name. "I want to know everything about Matthews Yuriel." I said cutting to the chase. "Matthews is dead, you know." He responded.

I jump as a loud knock sounds on the steel door before I hear my mate's voice. "Open up Mandy it's us",Mason calls out. I run for the door and unlock it. After having Grant pull it open we are face to face with Mason,Ryan and a girl that looks awfully familiar. Holy fuck her and April could be twins. She smiles coyly and looks at Mason. She looks like she is a whore just like her sister. "So this is your mate?",she says, looking me up and down. I almost growl but hold it in.

Five figures step out, wrapped in formal robes etched with the Council seal, and my blood turns cold before I even see his face. The one in front lifts his hood. Matthias. Rael's advisor. My enemy, wearing the face of law. This isn't a trial. This is an execution.

When the bell rang for Lauds at four, he rose like a man drugged, dressed in a clean cassock that felt obscene against his naked body, and drifted through the prayers with Luca’s taste still in his mouth. Breakfast was silent, bowls of watery porridge and black coffee. Matteo sat across the refectory table. Brother Matteo was thirty-three, broad as a barn door, sleeves rolled high enough to show prison tattoos licking up both forearms: a crucifix made of knives on one, the Virgin Mary weeping blood on the other. His shaved head gleamed under the lamps, and a thick black beard framed a mouth that looked built for grinning and cursing in the same breath. Rumor said he had killed a man in Napol

he replied I sighed, “Of course you do.” He stood beside the door, “You did well today.” Matthew said. I looked at him, “That sounds like another compliment.” “Don't make it a habit.” He said. I almost smile. Then his expression changed, “Rachel.” The seriousness in his voice made me straighten, “What?” I asked. Before he could answer, Antonio’s voice came through the communication system, “Matthew, we decoded the device.” The room went still, Matthew looked at his phone screen as it came on, a video appeared “Rachel Raphael, you’re searching for the truth, but you still don’t understand what your mother left behind.”

“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?”

The guy said making me furrow my brows and watch as he walked away "Well?" Luna asked making me face them, "Are you going to tell us why you're looking at our brother as if he hung the moon and the stars?" I bit my lip contemplating on whether or not I should tell them that their brother was my mate. I mean it's not like it's unnatural to find your mate nowadays or something. "Who's August?" I found myself asking instead and they blinked before shrugging