Novel & Cerita Matt Christopher Books

Just because he’s good-looking doesn’t mean I’m going to let him force a faith on me that makes no sense and holds no truth. He can’t tell me to believe in these inexplicable things that religion tries to prove to people. Mattias came back, holding a Bible, and I jumped to my feet as if what he was carrying had burned me, and I wanted nothing more than to run out. “I don’t need any Bible verses, please.” Mattias set the Bible aside, took a deep breath, and shrugged.

Christopher said with a faux sigh, “our dear brother was the perfect angel. Most well-behaved child you’ve ever seen. Never broke a rule. Always quiet. Always reading. Didn't even cry when he scraped his knees.” Mother added gently, “He was the one who corrected the butler’s grammar at eight years old.” I rolled my eyes. “He was misusing the subjunctive. It was a kindness.” But Christopher wasn’t finished. “He had this thing,” he said, turning slightly toward Lu, lowering his voice with the glee of a child about to reveal a scandal, “for books. Not just any books. Romance novels.” Mother gave him a sharp look. “Christopher…” “Oh come on, Mother,” he said, grinning. “It was adorable. He used

Christian pulled out a notepad, writing down every detail Matt could remember. “Why are you helping now?” Christian asked, studying his cousin carefully. “After everything you’ve done, why cooperate at all?” Matt’s eyes filled with something that looked genuinely like regret. “Because I’ve had months to think about who I actually want to become. I destroyed my own future chasing something that was never really about the company. It was about proving I mattered.” “And now?” “Now I just want to matter for the right reasons,” Matt said quietly. “Helping stop something dangerous seems like a decent place to start.”

Mathieu had no reason to make up such stories about Christopher, especially when he had planned to kill us both that night. What was Christopher hiding from me? Why did he want this marriage in the first place? What was he using me to hide from the rest of the world? Was it his lover- the woman he had been talking to over the phone? I tried to come up with something- anything but I couldn't. The door opened again, snapping me back to reality. Christopher walked in, but with Charles, but with a doctor. "What about Matthieu?" I asked him while the doctor checked my vitals.

Matt came after me. I hate crying but I felt so crappy lately. Matt sat by me and hugged me. "sweetheart you need rest and you really need to eat. Tell me what's wrong Sarah and why you're not sleeping. You need to tell us honey so we can help you ". I sighed sadly.

"Anyway," Chris continued while shooting Todd a nasty look. "It was incredible, nice and slow and easy. The second time though," He whistled. "Goddamn Matt, she was like a..." He flinched back as I brought my hand up. I didn't swing, I simply pointed at him. "I don't want to hear about it." "Yes you do Matt," Chris said. "Oh yes you do. You just won't let yourself." "What does that mean?" I asked.

***Naomi's POV*** -"Huh, nothing." Matt throws the book he was holding across the table. His eyebrows were frowned together, showing his growing frustration. He walks back to the Library's encyclopedia section, browsing through the nearby shelves. -"The pack's Library is enormous. I am sure we will find some answers. We just need to be patient." I say as I stroll through the book I am holding. Matt wasn't the only one running out of patience. Truth be told, mine was nearing its end as well.

Chris asked. He studied their faces again "like I said you are not going to like this" "cut this out matt, you are too old for this, just say it, what happened to him" Chris said getting inpatient "he is promoted" matt said "to what post, a director will be my guess" John said

I feel a mixture of surprise and gratitude, my eyes lingering on the laptop screen that holds glimpses of a hidden world. "Why didn't you tell me you were working with Matt?" My voice, edged with a tinge of frustration, cuts through the air. "I just did," Chris replies with a calm demeanour, lifting his bourbon glass to his lips. "I don't like surprises, and staying one step ahead always helps me keep things under control." "But Matt, really?" "He's good at what he does," Chris asserts, his gaze steady, a beacon of assurance amidst the storm of uncertainties that surround us.

This book is dedicated to you all wonderful readers, and to those who were tempted to read ‘Chris’ in place of ‘Christopher’. Honestly, Mellow wanting to call Christopher ‘Chris’ was purely me wanting to type Chris instead of Christopher. But then I remembered I was not writing for myself. He-he. ~ If you would like to follow more of my work, here are my next books that you can read now: - MY PRISONER SEDUCED ME (This is on pause until next year). - HER MEN OF RUIN (Ongoing as of 2nd December. Will hopefully finished by January. Hopefully).