Maito Guy Novels & Stories

I’m too busy stealing glances at Jace and the red-headed woman, trying to decipher what their relationship is. “Something interesting happened at The Mate Matchmaking Bureau a few days ago.” My date wins my interest with that sentence, and my attention snaps to his face. “Oh yeah?” "Uh-huh," Von May Bite grins. “Alpha Lucifer, someone who has been missing for twenty years, suddenly appeared in their matchmaking systems, which is super creepy. The guy is thought to be dead.”

Many activities took place until it was time for speeches. Beta Matthew was the first to speak, walking towards the stage with a glass of wine in his hand. “I’m the happiest man on earth. Today, two important people in my life are married—my best friend, Alpha Edward, and my little sister.” Matthew paused for a moment, his gaze shifting between Alpha Edward and Amanda, both of whom were smiling brightly.

Liam’s POV The soft glow of the moon bathed the forest in ethereal light as Liam walked through the clearing. Each step felt lighter than the last, buoyed by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He paused, inhaling the cool night air, feeling its crispness fill his lungs and awaken the very essence of him. The moon goddess had blessed him with a gift he had never anticipated—a mate, Niylah. And with that blessing, he had discovered not just love but a profound truth about himself.

She raised her hand and turned off the audio that had been playing on and on again. She looked at me and said, "You don't believe me, right? Think about it, who is Dave Mitaka?" As I looked at Lita, I didn't say anything. Lita crossed her arms in front of her chest and with a serious expression, continued, "Dave Mitaka is the boss of Mitaka Group. He is at the top of the social ladder in the City. He can do whatever he wants and get whatever he wants. He is omnipotent. Such a man surely has strong possessiveness."

He asked, his voice heavy with menace. Despite even what he said, I just couldn't watch him remain that way, given how urgent it was that I provided any aid, I said to him, "I don't know, maybe if we can get some mint leaves, it could help sustain his system," I said. "Yes, just ask them around for some mint leaves." My words came again, firmer this time around, as I realised it could greatly be of help since I had always prepared mint tea for him during his episodes, even though I had never seen him so down and so broken before.

“Yeah. I hear you, loud and clear.” “A shame, really,” Reena piped up. “Because he is sex on legs.” “I know, right?” Naomi said. “Hey!” Mitch said mock-indignantly. “I’m sitting right here, sugar!” Reena winked at him. “Deal with it, sugar. Matt Kingston is smoking hot, and being a serial womanizer and commitment-phobe does not change that fact.” “Yeah,” Naomi said ruefully. “Unfortunately, that is completely true.”

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

Greg stood before him stunned by everything. “I had no one to tell, he did this to me,” Mateo went on while fidgeting on his nails. “And how do you know it?” Greg asked. Mateo remained silent. “Wait.. Dante Moritto or…” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Ohh shxt, man that’s fucked up, he is a total psychopath, but… isn’t he like married?” He asked as he sat next to him. Mateo nodded silently, he was so lost in thoughts about everything.

"Me, of all people, after all the crap I’ve done in life. That would be the pot calling the kettle black. What I’m saying is: I can help you. I can give you everything you need without you having to… subject yourself to that." Maitê sighed, walked to the wardrobe and grabbed a comfortable nightgown. She put it on slowly, with her back turned. "I slept with a man who has so much money that, for him, half a million is probably like… pocket change." Dafne let out a low whistle. "Holy shit. Half a million? Half a million reais?" Maitê nodded without looking at her. "Who is this guy? Some kind of magnate?" "I don’t know. No names, no conversation. Just… sex. A clean transaction."

A single tear escaped his eye, cutting a clean track through the dirt on his cheek. "I made a mistake," Caomh whispered, his voice cracking entirely. "Meghann, please. I am so sorry. I miss you. Every single day, I wake up and I look at the empty space beside me, and I know I ruined my own life. Let me fix this. Come back to Silver Moon." He reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to grasp my fingers. I pulled my hand back, tucking it safely into the pocket of my leather jacket. I looked at his tear-stained face, and I felt absolutely nothing.