Novel & Cerita Matt And Mou

“You ready, Bobbie?” Mel was having a panic attack, her perfectly manicured nails fanning her face. Candice was biting her lip, preventing herself from squirming. I promised that I’ll introduce Matt to them if he enters my room. Guess this is their lucky day. Matt’s raven hair is free of ponytails tonight. His hair is a curtain of silk cascading on his shoulders, giving him a rock star vibe. He matched his look with a leather jacket over his gray shirt and plain black jeans.

["Let's have his head!" "I agree with you wholeheartedly. Maybe be can use his head as an occasional chew toy!" "I second that!"] Before I could say anything, I heard a voice behind me. "I'm not going to be your flavor of the month, in this life or the next!" It was when my nose finally registered that Ara was behind me that I turned to look at her. "Aha! There she is! Take your things and let's go!" "I don't think you heard the lady. My MATE says she doesn't want to go!" I made sure to place major emphasis on the word mate and from their bulging eyes, they got the message loud and clear.

She gave him a devious smile through her pink sparkling lip-glossed lips that made Matt's cock pulse under his jeans. "Damn, I could use some new vids- watched all the good ones on the internet," Matt boldly joked. He felt heat rise to his cheeks. They had an odd relationship. Having met when they were both teenagers, they developed a friendship early on. Since they were both going through a phase of learning about their sexuality, naturally, their humor had tested sexual boundaries. They used to talk more like teenage friends would back when their parents had been married. Now, it had been almost a year since

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

I swallowed hard not knowing what to say. “ Maya,” her name rolled out of my mouth. She turned her head slowly to look at me, she didn’t smile at me. Her expression was neutral, maybe she wasn’t happy to see me or she was still angry with me. I walked close to her, I sat on the stone close to her. I exhaled sharply. “ Maya I’m sorry,” I said calmly, not knowing what I’m even sorry for.I’m sorry that the moon goddess didn’t choose you as my mate? Lame!

“Okay. Sounds good.” Matt clapped me on the shoulder. “Good. Don’t flake out.”

I couldn’t blame him for not knowing because he probably wasn’t familiar with the blogs, but Matt waved off what I just said dismissively. “I know, Arlo Bronson, and we both know that it is not real,” Matt said. My jaw dropped completely.

She refused to look at her mate, the alpha—the one sitting in their kitchen. “I will never be mated,” Maya said. She moved to her place at the counter and took a seat. “I don’t know why you are suddenly so ‘doom on you’. Mates come out of nowhere. Trust us. We know,” Leah said, walking to her own mate. Maya watched her parents. There was love between them. They were happy and together, but that was never going to happen between her and Luke. “I’ve been thinking about moving out,” Maya said, changing the subject.

It’s dark and mysterious, just like my handsome bodyguard. As we drive to the restaurant, I listen to my favorite songs. Jace doesn’t seem to mind, or maybe he does. Who knows. He is mute and can’t talk, which means we will be listening to more of my favorite songs! Once we get to the restaurant, Von May Bite is waiting for me outside, dressed in a pink suit. He doesn’t look like a crocodile but like a very stocky man. Big and proud, but...is that a freaking tail?!