Matt Hardy Lita Novels & Stories

He didn’t look at her, but she could feel his awareness wrapping around her as tightly as the bond. Aria scoffed, though her heart was beating far too fast. “Restless? Maybe I just don’t like being treated like a fragile porcelain doll.” His lips twitched with the ghost of a smirk. “You’re anything but fragile, Aria.” He glanced at her now, his golden eyes gleaming like molten fire in the darkness. “But don’t mistake my protectiveness for underestimation. You are my Luna. My mate. And though you fight it…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping low enough to brush over her skin like velvet, “…you know you’re mine.”

"Have you ever dreamed of getting marked?" "I have only dreamt of meeting my destined mate. You are lucky to have met yours at a young age. Some of us have to wait—" Jane paused talking. From the mirror, I could see the terrified look on Jane's face. She just remembered that Lupita rejected Hardin because he cheated on her. "I-I'm so sorry. I forgot."

Dwight leaned closer to my ear as he whispered, "For honeymoon~" 'They are in Brazil? Brazil?! Is my information one step behind his plan? Or was it just a coincidence?' Having these thoughts in his head, Harold stared blankly for a little while. "It looks like you know something. Aren't you? Come on. Share it with me pal," Dwight wooed. Before Harold could rip his lips apart, a woman stepped between them. "Brother!" She called Dwight. Definitely, she wasn’t his fake sister who was supposedly in Brazil. It is no other than another infuriating person named, Chocolate.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a drive. Do you know what I found? Rae. Beaten and left in a terrible condition on the side of the road.” Shock flickered across his face. “That’s… impossible.” “Is it?” I growled. “Because I think it’s very possible, considering the company you keep.” Just as the words left my mouth, a figure descended the other staircase. She moved with grace. She had a sly grin that took over her face. From the look on her face, I knew who she was. “You must be Kayla,” I said, my tone cold. She smirked. “I am. And do I owe you something, Hybrid King?”

The eldest wanted and needed the cornerstone back. The door opened. Matt’s eyes widened as he faced a tall, muscled black woman. Her eyes were serious. Even her chin and cheeks had muscle definition. Matt was prepared to see a couple more tough hombres because of the looks of Rodriguez and Albertson. He was not prepared to see an A****n. He quickly gathered his wits. “Morning, ma’am,” Matt said and tipped his hat to her. “I’m Sheriff Matt Kirby. I’ve come to see Nick Dalton. Is he available?”

I asked in disbelief. “No, Alpha Edward, I am not,” Matthew responded, and my heart pounded in my chest. My hands suddenly became sweaty, and I looked at Amanda, who had a blank look on her face. Our eyes met, but she swallowed nervously and looked away. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. How could he say he hadn't had sex with Amanda, and she wasn’t his mate? Then, if that is true, that means… my eyes widened as realization hit me. “Liam? Who is the father of Liam?” I asked with uneasiness.

Matt went on, relief flooding his words. A heavy silence fell on them once more. Matt watched her, her eyes fixed firmly on her lap as she fiddled with one of the strings of her hoodie. She could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn't bear the thought of looking up at him. His mind raced with question after question, but he could see she was uncomfortable with the conversation, and he didn't want to upset her further. Instead, he settled on two final questions. "Does Clayton know?" he probed, uncertain whether this was a secret he needed to take to the grave or whether she'd already told him this soul-crushing fact. She nodded, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe more tears from her cheek

"There's a wonderful woman out there that I was stupid enough to walk away from eight years ago. I thought my career was more important than she was. She's everything a man could ever ask for and I was the idiot who thought she'd just hang around until I was ready. But tonight I want to share the honor of The Cup with her, because if I'm honest, she gave me the strength to try for it. To pursue my dream, even though I treated her badly. Tonight and forever I want her to know there is nothing in my world more important to me than she is. Not now. Not ever. I love you, Liz, and I want the whole world to know it. Please give me another chance." Rod Terrier smiled at the camera. "Well, there you

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.

It’s comforting. “Cynthia! this is Matty, our best bartender in the house but fair warning. Don’t hit on him because now matter how hot he is, he has a mate, a fierce one. Just yesterday she threatened my boobs when she saw me smiling with her mate.” Mira said with a smirk. The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him.