Novel & Cerita Lottie Matthews

Matthew was excited, almost jumping up! But he had to maintain a calm appearance. "Watch a movie?" he raised his chin, "If you want to watch it, I'll accompany you." "Thank you so much!" Lyra took out her phone to book tickets, "Zootopia has received good reviews, shall we watch that?" Matthew's mouth was about to crack from smiling too much. He had to put in a lot of effort to suppress the upward curve of his mouth. He said lightly, "You like to watch such childish movies? Well, alright, I'll accompany you to watch whatever."

His sweat had dripped onto my skin as he held me close. I almost laughed out loud now at my former self. How pathetic I'd been, repeatedly believing his empty words. Foolishly letting him deceive me not once, not twice, but ten excruciating times. But now, touching the mate bond dissolution papers and pack registry withdrawal forms in my bag, feeling the Council's seal under my fingertips, I knew with absolute certainty— There wouldn't be an eleventh time.

I pulled back and looked at her. " Do you feel anything different, Rea?" She looked confused for a second but she shook her head no. I kissed her pulling her body impossibly closer to mine. No, nothing. There were no sparks or tingles. Everything that would tell me that she is my mate is not there. I pulled back in shock. This could only mean one thing. She is not...my mate? " Mate," someone said. I looked behind Rea to see my sister, Mia standing there looking at me like she wanted to kill me. Her wolf has surfaced and it sais Mate? Who is her mate? She marched over to us and pulled Rea away from me.

) At Grimlore Mansion, Marta, Jarl's mother, sits in the grand hall with a whiskey glass in hand, her feet on the sofa, while a young maid massages her shoulders. The door opens abruptly, and Lizzie enters with fire in her eyes. She tosses her purse aside and also pours herself a large amount of whiskey into the glass. "If you're so nervous and alcoholic, my son won't like you as a companion," Marta mocks. "It's because of him that I'm like this, ma'am," Lizzie downs the contents of her glass in one gulp and pours another. "I won't be his puppet in front of the pack. I'm tired of this little game."

Kathy had an emotionless expression. “I’m Tracker Lola Shaffer of the Gray Lake pack.” She offered a smile as her hand extended. After a firm handshake, “Alpha Williams asked me to pass along this,” she placed her hand in her jeans pocket and withdrew a USB drive. “He said that you requested information last week.”

“To ruin our parents’ friendship? You already turned Hannah against me.” “I’d wage a thousand wars for you, Ari,” I gritted, my insides coiling with so much fury I feared I was going to explode. “Yet you run from me at the first sign of trouble.” I was destroying the only person who had a firm hold on my heart. “You’ll be punished for it.” A tear reluctantly slid down her cheek as she yanked her wrist and cradled it, rubbing the smooth skin as her eyes bored into mine. “I’m begging you, Matteo, don’t do this. Killing me won’t accomplish anything. Marry Hannah and—”

With hurried walks, Chaos approached them and asked what was going on. “This buffoon wants to take me against my will” the woman complained “Matthews what is going on? Let her go” Chaos commanded “I’m sorry Luna. But she’s my mate and I can’t let her run away from me” Matthews said in an agitated voice “Oh… well I can assure you she won’t go anywhere. So please loosen your grip on her and let me talk to her” Chaos said softly With great reluctance, Matthews loosened the grip on his mate and turned her round to face Chaos only to hear her let out a surprised gasp

A pair of immaculately shined oxfords came into view. "You're a sight, little one." His voice was deep, rich with authority that sent a shiver down my spine. I lifted my gaze, drinking in the sight of him - tall and commanding in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. Salt and pepper hair framed piercing dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. "I'm Matthew," he said, the corner of his mouth tilting up ever so slightly. "But you can call me sir." "I'm Lily, sir," I replied softly, allowing a hint of breathiness to color my tone. Inside, my mind raced. This was Matthew Stephens. Self-made business consultant with a reputation for both mentorship and ruthlessness. I wondered which side I'd

Lady Eleanor waits at the front, as we pile in and take our seats. Hilda and I quickly grab seats, far, far away from Heather and Violette, not that we have much choice, the cluster of royal men trying to be near them makes sure no ordinary girl would dare try to squeeze in. Some people really don’t need a lottery to be surrounded by admirers. “Welcome, candidates,” Lady Eleanor’s voice echo clearly through the grand hall, capturing everyone’s attention. “I will explain the sacred process of the Mate Lottery.” She gestures to a servant, who steps forward carrying a silver tray crowded with dozens of smooth, white stones, each no larger than a walnut.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.