Matt From Wii Sports Novels & Stories

This is just like the Elite Ai, except it doesn’t have the advanced features for spying—not that I need it. I was dropped off in front of the same building I went to when Jett and I visited New York and I recruited Matt, known to others as Rio Trafaller, as my sniper. I haven’t had to use that request yet and I hope I never have to. I entered the same run-down building and went straight to their apartment, knocking thrice. I announced, “It’s me.” A few moments later, the door opened and revealed a topless Matt. His ripped, lean body made me raise my brows and questioningly look at him. He followed where I was looking and hastily cupped his chest.

Matt answered with a deep frown on his face. I could tell in his expressions that Matt is challenged and is so eager to find out whatever mystery is in there to find out. I know he is worried for Marco, as a friend, but I could also sense the thrill Matt was feeling as he was into his digging, as a medicine practitioner and med enthusiast. And I am not blaming, judging him or anything. As long as I can see his dedication is incomparable, I don’t think I have the right to doubt his actions.

The guide slapped me on the back. “You did really well. Fun, isn't it? Funny? I had no idea, the only thing I knew was that I could breathe again. but da next time I would pay more attention. I turned and waved, encouraging Chris, who was still in the big platform. I wondered if Matt was enjoying the zip line—and Mandy's company. From the beginning, Matt loved doing it. He was strong, coordinated and very calm. Now, there were only three or four more people left of his group of a dozen, and he wanted to get started.

I covered in the last moment, but we heard Shane scoffing from the back seat. "I'm fourteen, not a baby. I know what drugs are." "Well, Bear doesn't do them." interjected Matt stunned. "I've known him for a couple years and he isn't into that shit... This must be why he's been all pissed back there." Matt had come to the game to pay the coach a visit and lift the teams moral, since he was such a legend and all. Shane was thrilled by it, he always came with me, but since I was usually working on the next article with Logan having Matt and allowing him a VIP pass down there was like a dream to him.

Damn it, he knows how to tug on my heartstrings. “Scoot down, Andrew,” I command, taking the controller from Matt. An involuntary shiver racing with my pulse at the slightest brush of our fingers. Walking around the couch, I sit between the two, trying to ignore the evergreens surrounding me. “Bring your worst, Shortcake,” Matt whispers, his lips so close they graze my skin, forcing me to blush. “I always do,” I return, in my sickly sweet voice. Hitting start, Matt and I begin a battle to the death, killing enemy after enemy with ease. Twenty minutes later, Matt takes the last shot, confirming the final count and our win.

Kyle hissed into their earpiece, and Elliot could only snicker. "I told you I don't have the patience to wait. And this asshole is getting on my nerves with his blabbering about Ari." "Wow! Elliot Allister, the great! I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, boss." Matt coldly commented. "How does it feel to see me again win? Aren't you sick of playing this game? Tiger, you've been considered the greatest, but yet you're losing to me all this damn time!"

I replied shrilly. From his curly hair, short, and stocky stature, I knew him as Mat Bagi or just Matt. He was like a mini version of the Hulk. Her curly hair framed her square face. His jaw also looked as firm as a tyrannosaurus jaw. We shook hands, and this palm felt like it squeezed. Matt was from an Islamic boarding school graduate in Grisee a small town next to Surabaya to the west. Matt's family was devout to worship. But Matt was the disobedient one.

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.

She can see it in his eyes. MATE.

Anna tries to hide her big smile as she nods along with Henry. “Element of surprise,” I say, shrugging and standing from the ground. “Sorry, Alpha, for the disrespect.” He blinks again while Bill and Tic come over, looking amused. Bill stares at me for a moment before giving me a smile. The fucker actually looks impressed with something I have done. “That was quick thinking, Matilda. Wouldn’t have expected it from you, but mildly impressed you came up with something that actually works.” Tic looks between Onyx and me, an indecipherable look on his face. “Good work, Tilly.”