Lottie Matthews Novels & Stories

Blaze slumped on the ground while pulling his hair. "I know, bud. I'm sorry," Blaze said. The kiss caught Blaze off guard, but it didn't mean anything to him. Tracie – the girl who kissed her was just a little sister for him. Blaze doesn't love her nor likes her romantically. "Blaze Matthew Reese! Come down right this instant!" his mother shouted. Blaze groaned in annoyance. He wanted to be left alone in his room, but when his mother called his full name, he couldn't do anything. Blaze opened the door and went downstairs.

Garrett reminded her, his concern evident in their mental connection. Lily then shifted her attention to Matthew, who had now come to a halt before her. His eyes roamed over her body. She wore a simple modest green pressure. His eyes roaming over her body lustfully once would've made her blush, but now only made her skin crawl in disgust. "Hello, Matthew," Lily greeted him, her tone flat. "What do you want?" "Is that how you greet your mate?" Matthew asked with a smile. Lily finally allowed him to show her emotion and frowned.

Matthew glanced at Kayla and took a deep breath. “ Kay, I want to bring in my wife to join us in LiLi Hills. I need your support on that” Matthew pleaded while waiting for an answer. Kayla looked at Matthew and gave a mischievous smirk. To her, the answer is YES

“Matthew, what’s the matter with the $3,000,000,000? Explain this!” Matthew stammered and was unable to answer it. Mattle Industrial had gotten listed as a shell corporation and raked in lots of wealth on the share market, but it also stirred some controversies. The amount of $3,000,000,000 was to fill up the hole it made the last time. It was just that, how would he dare tell his old man!? Matthew grimaced. “Dad, actually, I—” “This is what you do all the time!” Liam growled and hurled his dragon-head cane toward him.

"She's a fucking ten! Her measurements are perfect—" "So?" Liam cut him off, unable to believe he got roped into their ridiculous conversation. "You used to love models," Matthew reminded him. "You banged about five or six in your life." "Check your facts; the exact number is seven," Liam growled and uncapped his water bottle. "Touché, Sensei," Julian bowed in mock respect. "What's gotten you all broody? It's not like you to dismiss all things lingerie and models." Matthew said, changing the subject. "How did it go with the therapist?"

was Gwen's rueful reply. "Is there any particular reason we can't work with the Matthews Foundation? Trent Matthews seemed nice enough. In fact, he's far more approachable than I'd expect from a billionaire heir to such a fortune. And he sounds like a walking sex god ." Amy joked adding, "Now don't look at me like you don't expect me to know what a sex god looks like."

“You lost the bet, didn’t you? Trying to see if I was an easy catch. Must’ve been fun explaining that to your girlfriend. Although Cherry only has about two brain cells rattling around up there, so maybe she didn’t mind.” I managed to get myself on my feet. Matt’s smirk faltered, just for a second. “Watch it dork, your walking on thin ice.” I stepped closer, glaring up at him. “And don’t you ever get tired of playing with the same toy, Matt? You’re Matthew Brown, ‘the’ Matthew Brown. You’ve got money to burn. Surely you can afford a better target than me. Or did you go broke?” Jake stepped forward. “What did you just say?”

Maybe because it felt wrong to want what I shouldn’t while knowing he cared for someone else. Or maybe because I needed to believe that letting him move on would somehow absolve me if I pursue Natalie. Ugh. I exhaled slowly, trying to shake the thought from my head. When Lila was called away by someone from the label—photos, interviews, the usual post-launch chaos—Matthew turned back to me, shaking his head with a half-smile. “She’s something, huh?” he said. I whistled. “You don’t look like you’re complaining.”

Judging from Zayn’s performance just now, he was more than just a notch higher than Matthew in terms of ability! Luke finally broke out of his trance. His eyes were glowing with admiration and thrill as he nodded fervently. “Yes, this is Matthew White. He’s consumed Ossiumol three times and is said to be unbeatable even before achieving the master fighter level. He’s the underling of that man!” Luke spat his words through gritted teeth, looking resentful. Zayn nodded and asked, “Do you want me to wipe him out?” Matthew felt his heart stutter and he shouted, “Hey, I don’t care who you are, but you best not act recklessly. My boss is an absolute maven of the master fighter level!”

Let the trees carry my name. I wasn’t prey anymore. I was Matron. And I was ready to rise.