Matheau Moore Novels & Stories

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.

"From your explanation, I can make a preliminary conclusion that Luna Diana is a people pleaser, introvert, and likes challenges. She helps others to convince herself that she won't be a burden to them she writes because she probably prefers to be heard without being judged. As for her driving habits, that's how she can diffuse her emotional outbursts and it's done so she doesn't have to tell anyone. Everything has a cause and effect, Alpha Darren." He looked straight ahead, "It's appropriate that she's very attached to her mother even though that woman has hurt her many times. It's as if she can tolerate everything her mother does even if she's the one being harmed."

In doing so, he touched a part of her chest, and he felt something in his core that made him drop her back on the ground, as if she was nothing but a filthy thing and truly, that was all she was to him. Alpha Damien was totally shocked. He had felt something in his body and as he remembered how he had felt, he hoped that it was not what he was thinking. Instantly, it was confirmed. “Mate, mate!” his wolf chanted excitedly in his mind, and he was revolted. Revolted by what he just discovered. How could someone like this be his mate? How could the moon goddess choose this filthy soul, his greatest enemy in the whole world, to be his mate? This couldn't happen; it just couldn't. Since he took o

Matteo joined me soon and shut the door behind him with a soft click. He had removed his jacket and tie downstairs; the white shirt was open at the throat now, sleeves rolled up now. He looked nothing like the groom but a sexy runway model. He approached the mini bar in the bedroom and poured two fingers of amber liquid in a glass. I knew it was alcohol. “House rules…” he began, his tone calm and conversational. This was one of the things I hated most about him, his ability to remain so calm while riling me up.

All of a sudden she spun around and enquired sternly, "Who are you?" I smiled as I got on my feet. "My name is Jason Dutton, I am a 25 year old chess player and a criminal master mind. Chess is the game plan. I play in the tournament, using the plan I will be using during my next heist. If I win I use it, if I lose I change it.

Aaron said, checking hit wrist watch. "Yeah, that's true. Mum would be worried, she must have called our phone a thousand times, and I would have been able to answer her call and calm her down, if a certain person hadn't said we should leave our phone in the house." Alexia said staring pointedly at him. "And you would agree that, that was a great decision." Aaron smirked at her, Alexia rolled her eyes. "Come on let's go." Aaron said to her. Aaron walked past her, carrying the mat in his hand.

This man, her alpha, was her mate. “One day, when you meet your mate, you will just know, sweetheart. We can’t tell you exactly how we know this, but you have to trust us. It’s this feeling, it is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt. It is more exciting than Christmas, more enjoyable than chocolate ice cream, and so much more intense than any exam you’ve ever studied for.” Holy shit! Maya couldn’t believe it. This was impossible. Luke Marshall, the pack alpha, the wandering nomad biker, was her … mate. This couldn’t be happening.

Demi alluded, “The horror that is the Moore family is comparable to the terror that is Sachin Taylor. “The Moore family has the Four Vajra and the Twenty-Three Golden Garrison. All of them are top experts in the southern martial arts community. Each one is capable of taking on an army on their own. “On top of that, the Moore family has a son of heaven by their side. And that one is even more difficult to deal with.” A scene flashed in Tyr’s mind in that instant. It was the incident of him clashing against Auster Moore at the Golden Temple.

Kyle says and smiles big. “And I am Matt Moore, and I recently took over for my father, as a head warrior, with great assistance from Kyle here. And I have found it useful and amazing to work and learn from someone so capable and amazing wolf. And a little intimidating, but who wouldn’t think that?” Matt says and chuckles, making everyone laugh a little.