Matt From Wii Sports Novels & Stories

Not only is he sitting beside my mother, but he was allowed in this room to hear the woman explain what happened to Jaxon and Ash when even Fara was denied that opportunity. I lean close and lower my voice a little. “I don’t remember his name, but I know he was a sky warrior like my mom. He was one of the strongest and most skilled warriors of his time, although now I’m pretty sure he just makes weapons,” I tell her. Syrra continues staring and I feel a slight twinge in my stomach when I realize the look in her eyes in awe. What the fuck? He’s like three times our age, I growl in my head.

That break and the subsequent rehab Matt had to endure are what caused him to work out more, to strengthen up his arm muscles to the point where he could hurl a football farther than anyone else ever had at their high school. Where Mike had brown hair, Matt was a sandy blonde, his hair just long enough to tuck up under his hat to avoid getting insulted by the local rednecks. He was nicely built, had thicker arms than Mike, but the two could pass for brothers. Their attitudes and general demeanor were the only things that separated them.

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

Mj groaned thinking about the building Dante and Azreal, or rather Alpha Calix and Theron had torn apart and she felt a little pang of guilt for the fact that someone had to clean up after a mess she helped create. “If you need someone to show you I can take you there on the cart,” the blonde muscle head offered and Mj looked at him with a smile “thank you I would appreciate that very much...umm?” the man laughed “sorry, my name's Mathew but everyone calls me Matty,” he said and Mj giggled thinking he looked more like a Thor then a Matty. Lou cleared his throat a little “hurry up Mathew we got an entire pack to feed” and Mj shook her head as a look of panic crossed his face.

“I appreciate your kindness.” “What a polite young lady,” he grinned. “What’s your name?” “Isabella, sir,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, Isabella. I’m Matt from Miami.” “Pleased to meet you, Matt,” I stated. “Do you have a boyfriend on the team?” Matt asked. “No, I wish,” I lied. I have the love of my life on the team. The players began to emerge from the players' tunnel to take the field. “Which one do you have your eye on?” He smirked.

He asked. I nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind,” Mattie is a handsome guy. Black hair stubble on his cheeks sharp jawline and long pointed nose. His brown eyes are soft and gentle. He’s tall but not extremely tall but taller than me. He’s wearing sweats and a v neck T. Mattie’s go to outfit when it’s a relaxing day. “I don’t mind at all,” He said, kissing my cheek. “Thanks,” I muttered. Mattie’s a great guy……but why can’t I stop thinking of Archer?

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

The sight of him knocks the air right out of me. I stare. Frozen. His mouth moves, and his voice echoes through the room. “I am officially putting the Mate Games on hold,” he says. “Effective immediately.” There’s a ripple of gasps and confusion in the bar. Some girl near the front makes a sharp noise, half-disbelief, half-anger. But I barely hear her. I’m too busy watching him.

, I said to him. "I'm fine as long as you don't fuck your best friend", said Matt. "Matt can you stop being so crude?", I asked him. "Can't help it babe I'm a street rat so I have a dirty mouth", said him with a smirk. "You are incorrigible", I said not without smiling. "I don't mind", he said expertly overtaking another sports car on his way. "I never knew you were an investor", I said noting that he had the latest sports car.

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.