Matt Damon Novels & Stories

"So? Are you going to answer my questions or not?" "First, I haven't been planning this for too long. I saw the advert on TV at your place a few nights ago. I knew you would love them so I got VIP tickets even though it was sold out." I nodded, "I see... but how did you get them to..." "I sent in a request through their manager. Just for your information, Matt is a distant cousin of mine. His father and mine are cousins, so we know each other." I gasped at the revelation. Matt and Damon were family? My whole life has been a lie. Why didn't he ever tell me any of this?

Damien instructed, retrieving his laptop from his bag and placing it on the table. "What's his full name? I'll check the dark web for any information on him," Damien murmured, his fingers already flying over the keys. "His name is Ethan Maddox, and he owns the Maddox Empire company," Emma replied, observing as Damien looked at her, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before he typed the information into his computer. Minutes passed in silence as Damien continued to type feverishly, his brow knit in concentration. Every so often, his pen would tap against his teeth as he contemplated the results.

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

There is no denying that the only peace someone may find on earth is a mother’s tender look and her caressing and smoothing hands which come right after the almighty God. “Mrs. McCartney -” Realizing that he disturbed our little moment; Ryder halted in his steps before apologizing. “Jason needs to ask you some questions.” He pointed his thumb at the slightly opened door behind him before he looked down at me. “Can you give me a few minutes? I need to talk to Lea about something…” When Ryder stayed put, my mom added strictly “in private.” Noticing my mom’s change in tone, I frowned in confusion. She was staring at Ryder with a hard cold look on her face.

“Those people didn’t go together at all.” I laughed nervously, trying to make her feel a little better. “Who was it?” “Uh, well, there was the coach’s wife on Friday Night Lights, the guy who plays Ross and Monica’s dad on Friends, Jamie Dornan, and that guy from White Collar. What’s his name? Matt something….” I would’ve answered her if I could’ve breathed, but I was choking again. I reached for the bottle of water I kept by my bedside, but taking a drink had me sputtering, and if I hadn’t been unable to swallow before, I certainly was now.

My heart was eager to know if he asked for my whereabouts or even my number. “No, he only apologized and left.” My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. “Oh... okay.” I sadly sighed. “Well, I have to get to work, so let’s talk later, love you.” “Okay, yeah, Matt just got out of the shower, and I need to make breakfast. Love you.” I placed my phone in my purse, picked up the keys from the counter, and left through the door.

The man nodded to Damien and that's when I noticed he had guards too, a few feet away from him, two of them. Who was this? He seemed pretty important. “Miss Orion.” The man said in a deep husky voice. “I'm Matteo Damon…. It's a pleasure to finally meet you”

"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

"We're both fools. I'm a fool for loving a woman who doesn't love me. You're a fool for loving a woman who might be dangerous." "Davina isn't dangerous." Damien stood up. He put his coffee cup on the table. "I'll prove that Davina is involved in Matteo's network, and when I succeed, you'll thank me." "I will never thank you." Damien smiled. "We'll see." He turned and walked away. Marco was still sitting in his chair, staring at his now cold cup of coffee.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"