Matt And Mou Novels & Stories

Had this all just been a big waste of everyone's time? "Feel anything?" Camden whispered, seeking Matt's feedback. "Yeah..." Matt replied looking dejected before he continued. "I feel Clayton's fucking eyes burning holes in me," he said with a scoff. Camden giggled as she looked at Clayton who was rolling his eyes now. "Can you just be serious for like two seconds?" he asked, already annoyed with Matt's antics.

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

Matthew muttered. Continuation Request

I mouthed before I motioned towards the door. She followed my line of sight, to the door. Her eyes widened dramatically before she motioned for me to remove my palm from her mouth. I did as she asked. Today, Mr Matt is putting on a black shirt and black slacks. His hair is gelled to the side once more, but this time, the upper layers seemed to be tousled a bit with the gel. It gave him a more bad-boy vibe. I trailed my eyes until they reached his face, only for me to realize that he was staring at me. He winked when our eyes locked.

The comments under the news hit like a punch to the gut. "The Alpha and the Chief Healer? They're perfect together!" "Their pup is adorable! He looks just like the Alpha!" "Their love story is so beautiful. I actually cried!" "Right? Their mate-bonding ceremony is tomorrow. We have to go! I heard it's going to be huge and gorgeous. The Luna is living the dream!" I scrolled through them one by one, each line cutting deeper than the last. Next thing I knew, I was crying. Joe and I were together for ten years. And after all that, he gave the mate-bonding ceremony I'd waited ten years for to Nora, of all people—the one I'd always gotten along with the worst.

His annoying boring face most preferably. "This is not the time, Matt. Answer my question, can I sue Hillary?" Matt is a partner at his law firm so he is my one stop go to person for everything that has to do with legal issues. We have known eachother since before my debut years so we have managed to cultivate a sort of friendship now. Matt is a bland guy with a sharp intelligent sense of humour. We go out for drinks once or twice in a year depending on both our schedules. And if I didn't have a legal matter to discuss, we still keep in touch no matter how rarely.

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.

Shortly afterwards, Matty comes through the doors looking sharp in his dark blue suit and white collared shirt. ‘Good to see you brother,’ he says as we embrace. ‘Glad you could make it!’ ‘You boys don’t look like you’re suffering too much, so it can’t have been that wild last night?’ Matty looks from me to Adam and the others at their seats. He sees our cheeky smiles and wants to know more but just then, the music starts. It is time.

and at me. Damn, Matt will be pissed...

I murmured, that moment he pushed me off him, but it wasn't to hurt me, he turned his gaze from me. "Who are you?" He asked, after battling with himself. "Don't you remember me, I am Fiona, your mate." He looked at me, he dragged his robe that was almost falling from his shoulder and fixed it. "You should leave." "Leave?" I asked before he could reply, I pounced on him, cupping his face. "Why should I leave you, my mate?" He stared at me dumbstruck, with his eyes not leaving me, I slammed my lips against him, he nipped on my lips but he pushed me away shortly before I could start commenting on how soft his lips are against mine, he held my shoulder and broke the kiss.