Matt And Mou Novels & Stories

Mark said. "Please don't call us that," Matt looked like he was tired of life or specifically, his own brother. "Maybe M and M?" Mark continued. "Ignore him," Matt supplied. "OK call us MaMa," Mark wasn't giving up. "Dude, shut the fuck up,"Matt groaned.

Mattew said as he changed. Jackson and Mattew were both over six feet tall and worked out a lot, so the muscles in their chests were well-defined and perfect, and their lean waists looked powerful and capable of piercing women effortlessly in bed. “Did you know that Jhenifer knows about you and Victoria?” After Mattew took off his shirt, he said to the man wearing his MuayThai shorts. “So what if she knows about it?” Jackson asked dismissively. He wasn't dating Jhenifer, so it was none of her business who he was seeing.

I like where this is going! Love, Coco

》》Jason Dutton《《 I arrived at the mansion and walked inside. I went to the dining room where everyone was gathered. I dropped the jetpack on the floor asking, "How we doing?" "Awesome! Check it!" Calvin exclaimed. He opened the two briefcases on the table to reveal stacks of cash inside. I took out a stash and looked through the notes. "Nice work," I smiled. "So, how much you want?" "Well, I just want enough to keep me surviving for the month not too much or..."

and continued, "I do not like people who break the rules." "So do I, dear brother, but look at the situation, certain circumstances sometimes need special exceptions. We can’t separate a mated pair. Unsanctioned mating is not a crime. This mating prevented war between the silver moon and the Anderson pack. Don’t you all agree?" Marcus pointed at the two glaring Alphas. Alex smiled. "It is decided then," Rueben boomed, "We acknowledge the mating between Alex Greyson and Rosalie Murdoch." "This is an outrage!" Chris hissed, anger glinted in his eyes as he stood up, his body shaking with fury.

Her partner had something similar on, only it was covered in sequins. My jaw clenched, but I kept my expression neutral. Surely they wouldn’t sabotage our attempts out of spite or a sense of survival. Each she-wolf looped their arms through Moongazer’s and sashayed toward the door. “Bobo,” Marianna said with a pout. “I thought you were taking us to a classy establishment. All I see are half-naked tramps.” Larissa growled, catching Moongazer’s attention. His brows rose. “Try not to hurt my new Neutrals.” “What do you want them for, anyway?” she snapped.

“Ryland is the sweet one, Nishan is the flirt, and Aran is a jerk.” “Hey!” I don’t know which one says this, but I’m thinking it’s Aran. “These are my mates.” I point at each guy as I introduce them. “Desmond, Forrest, Phoenix, and Puma.” “They’re all your mates?” Valentin’s mouth falls open. “You’re so lucky. They’re total babes.” Shashi elbows Valentin in the side. “Ouch!” Valentin rubs her side. “What did you do that for?”

I fancied I could almost taste it's tangy taste on my tongue. Finally, three dark blue SUVs pulled into the driveway and I could see them from my vantage point where I was staring at the window, wringing my clothes between my fingers. My mother gasped audibly and Agatha made a sign of cross. Even my father looked mildly impressed. A shocked expression was written over Marcus face and Theophilus actually smiled. It was a smile of admiration. I think deep down in all of our hearts_jaded or not_we all think they wouldn't go through with this plan.

“And stop being a righteous bitch.” Lorenzo's nostrils flare. “The fuck did you just say?” This is not good. Matteo grins. “I told you to stop being a righteous bitch, bitch.” Lorenzo throws a punch to Matteo's jaw before he can dodge it. With insane speed, Matteo jumps on Lorenzo, punching him without giving him a break. As always, I jump in and separate them. “You both are embarrassing yourselves.” Matteo smirks. “The maids are used to seeing us this way.”

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.