Matpat X Springtrap Novels & Stories

I panted. "Shut up and run." We burst into a clearing, and that's when I saw the metal spikes that they'd hammered into the earth; they looked sharp enough to gut anything that stepped on them. It was a crude trap, but it was terrifying all the same. "Jesus Christ," I breathed. "We've been setting these for days," Mattias said, his breathing barely heavy despite our running and his injuries. "We mapped every approach route to your compound. They think they know these woods, but we've been here longer."

Crystal said "That's what I said" Matt suddenly joined "Shut up you two , you both don't know anything" I said coldly "You're such a jerk" Crystal said "Thanks" I said "You too" Crystal said to Matt "What did I do?" Matt asked innocently and she walked away "Go away" I said to Matt "I need this" He took the weight in front of me , he laughed and left I sat on one of the weightlifting machines and sighed. I took out my phone and scrolled my contacts. I stopped at Autumn's name.. I saved her number as Little One

They struck up a conversation while I looked at the black haired one intently, my goal was to make him squirm. He fidgeted uncomfortably,“So-” "Not interested.” I cut him off, a bored look on my face. But then I thought of Caelum and how this would piss him off, I smiled wickedly. Leaning forward, I asked in a faux curious tone, “what's your name?" He visibly perked up “Matteo." “Well, Matteo, why don't you give me your number and we’ll set up something.” I winked at him flirtatiously. He eagerly nodded, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.

This is just like the Elite Ai, except it doesn’t have the advanced features for spying—not that I need it. I was dropped off in front of the same building I went to when Jett and I visited New York and I recruited Matt, known to others as Rio Trafaller, as my sniper. I haven’t had to use that request yet and I hope I never have to. I entered the same run-down building and went straight to their apartment, knocking thrice. I announced, “It’s me.” A few moments later, the door opened and revealed a topless Matt. His ripped, lean body made me raise my brows and questioningly look at him. He followed where I was looking and hastily cupped his chest.

“Do you understand she's our mate?” I knew it. That's why I was worried about the growing affection. Her every touch made me feel like it. The proximity we shared told me she was born to be my mate. I never wanted a mate. I was good on my own. I have seen how the mate thing hurt my older pack. I don't want to ditch my pack for someone not so worthy. Moreover, she is just a human.

At a point, Mum stopped buying chocolates. I haven’t cleaned. Empty bottles of chocolates and dirt are littered everywhere on the floor. Piles of dirty cloths on my bed and in the mini sofa. I haven’t had my bath nor even wash my mouth. At night, i curl up in bed and flip through every photo and video I have of my Dad, trying to drown out the pain with happy memories of him. Chase is everywhere and nowhere, invading my every thought… He is now with Ellie and I’m not allowed to see him again. Is this what the mating bond feels like? Every other person seems to be doing fine apart from me. Why am I the only person getting affected by it?

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

If I wanted, I could walk straight to her. Instead, I circled the clearing, letting her think she’d set the game. A flicker of anticipation sparked in the bond... she wanted me to take the bait. Her trap. I scanned the trees and spotted it: a thick branch bent low, tied with a strip of dark cloth, sharpened stakes along its length. Step across the hidden line, and it would swing straight for my chest. I almost admired her craft enough to trigger it. Almost.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

Matt pouts, looking around at everyone’s new toys. “You have a hundred,” Andrew exaggerates on the specific number, but his point gets across. “Do you really need a new one?” “You can never have enough,” he grumbles, as Fletcher makes his way over. Two cases are in his hand, and another slung across his shoulders and back. Joining the rest of us, he puts a case in my hand before handing the other in Matt’s. I open it eagerly, revealing a hot pink paintball gun, “it’s beautiful, thank you Fletcher.”