Matheau Moore Novels & Stories

She answers him, still holding my shirt and hiding behind me. “Hold up. Hold the fuck up.” Damian says. Looking very closely at Justin. “That can’t be right. Because if she’s who I think she is, then we are all dead.” “Who do you think she is?” I ask him. “The man who attacked us, killed my mother, and take Adrian.” Nobody answered him. We just exchanged glares. “Ohhh my fucking moon goddess. Are you fucking kidding me?” “You don’t say a curse word and call the Moon goddess in the same sentence,” I warn him.

I whispered and was about to faint when Damian grabbed me and carried me straight in. He took me straight to his own room and placed me on his bed. I burst out crying. "No! I didn't even get to see my mom in my entire lifetime and it's all because of Asher's father. I can't believe Dad was going to get me to marry my biggest enemy. Ahhh!!!" "Crying isn't going to do shit for you. Let me know when you are interested in knowing why your mother became a victim of Alpha Richard Blackwood." Damian muttered and left the room.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

I would always come from the warriors Hall to the garden and from the garden back home where I would tend to my stepmother and both my stepsister's. “It is such a pity that you cannot get a decent boyfriend like mine.’’ Bethany exclaims, holding up the promise ring in the light making sure everyone could see it. She had not stopped blubbering about Kevin since the inauguration. He was apparently the boy from the other pack that had fallen in love with her at first sight. He was not her mate but Bethany wanted us to believe that. “That is not what I'm interested in.’’ I answer, walking into the kitchen.

He reached for the decanter with practiced ease and poured himself a glass, settling into the leather chair behind his massive desk. The liquor burned down his throat. He welcomed it. He needed the fire. The world knew Grayson Moore as a billionaire, a power player, a man untouched by weakness. But beneath all that, he was still the boy who had crouched in blood, held in his mother’s shaking arms. Still the child who had lost everything in one night. A long exhale escaped him, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling in slow spirals. It should have been Damien Lopez in that grave. It should have been his empire crumbling, his legacy buried in shame.

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

But I had no intention of giving it away. Instead, I held it up, high enough for them all to see the seal. “The Moon Matron line,” I said. “Forgotten, not broken.” The room fell silent. Then, from behind the dais, a door opened and Daxon entered. Every time he walked into a room, it was like the oxygen shifted. He was dressed in formal black, no tie, his shirt open just enough to reveal the mark at the base of his throat a faint crescent scar that pulsed faintly under the light.

****** Name: Agatha Moore Official Name: Host 1096 (Immoral System) Level: 1 Age: 18 Pleasure Points: 6, 017 ATTRIBUTES (Basic Human - 10) Strength: 13 (15) -> 17 Stamina: 15 (17) Intelligence: 18 (20) -> 22 Dexterity: 13 (15) Charm: 14 (20) -> 21 Luck: 11 (15) SKILLS * Studying - B+ (A) * Lovemaking - E+ (D+) * Singing - F (E) * Dancing - F- * Acting - F+ (E+) * Cooking - C+ (B) * House Management - C+

Dean pov. I dislike witnessing her sadness. I understand she's my dear friend Mate, but she no longer desires him. Since learning about their situation, I've been infuriated with Williams for mistreating Sierra. I'm not fond of the other guy, whom I don't know much about. The way he looks at Sierra bothers me. Sierra is at home now, and I'm unwilling to let her go, regardless of who that person might be. Observing Sierra, who sits on the bed overwhelmed with sadness, I ponder if she truly loved Williams or if she harbored resentment.

Mathew was just talking nervously “I need to take a video of the almighty Matthew scared of Athens.” Emily said laughing “You don't want to know what she is capable of doing.” Mathew said Susan already explained somethings to him so he can't disclose anything related to the Mafia to Amelia. He left the girls and went to his room. “Mathew is really scared of you. Are you sure you guys haven't met each other.”Emily asked Mason was busy trying to hold the buttons on Athens gown .