Matt Leblanc Young Novels & Stories

Layla ponders watching the drama play out infront of us “Em Of Course, we hadn’t gotten the chance to talk yet” Colten says clearing his throat standing up still holding Cara’s hand, her eyes go wide like she was not prepared for this conversation and she gives me a panicked look. But I knew i couldn’t save her, not this time or at this moment “Um so sir— or gamma a while ago I realised your daughter was my mate, I found out when I turned 18 just before Conor was arrested” “You have known for a year!” Matt shouts dropping his napkin, I felt bad for him being caught of guard but I also didn’t want him to get over angry because Emma had pissed him off.

Whatever the reason, I knew they must have done it because they thought this was the way they were protecting us. As for their mate, from what everyone tells me, you find him or her when you turn eighteen, though it varies since I hear some packs find them at sixteen. To be honest, sixteen is too young for me. Your mind is not fully mature, and so many bad decisions could be made at that age. "I will send Chester or Liam to come to check on you later on, ok? I love you, sweetheart." I smiled, kissing his lips one more time. "No need f0r that," Selene says making us both turn towards her as she walks behind Tyler.

He doesn’t know who the girl in front of him was and why he was there. A month ago something happened. “Matt and I are dating.” She heard her friend say to her. “Ah... Really? I see. Con...Congratulations…” “She’s stuttering, hmmm.” Grey said.” Leslie, Mathew, and I have been friends since middle school. To be more exact, Matt and I have been friends since we were in grade school. Basically, we are what you would call childhood friends. And Leslie became our friend later on. But since the three of us had been friends for so long, it was difficult to remember who exactly became friends with who first. I thought that the three of us would remain friends forever…

⚯͛ Your appearance shouldn't define who you are, and that's what I like, the contrast between people looking like the opposite of what they truly are deep inside. ー Matthias Schoenaerts ⚯͛ * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

Jade's POV Gosh, this fucking sucks, she usually comes home at five-thirty and right now it's-- I looked towards the clock on the oven, it read five-forty-five. How the fuck did time go by so fast? "Mom, it's not what it looks like." I immediately blurted as I pushed Blake away from me. "Really?" she yelled, "so I didn't just walk in on a college junior kissing my underage daughter?" "God mum, I'm eighteen already, I'm not fucking under-aged," her face overturned in horror of me cursing, "Yes mum, I say fuck, I'm not a freaking five year old."

“Nice bathroom, by the way. I particularly liked the view with the light on. Makes you wonder what else people can see when one is not paying attention.” Valentina’s eyes widened, the shock clear on her face. I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor. “Enough,” I snapped, my voice cold and cutting. Sabrina straightened, unfazed by my tone. She smirked at Valentina before turning back to me. “I’ll leave you to it, Matteo. But I’d watch that one if I were you.” She walked out, leaving behind silence. I turned to Valentina, whose expression was a mix of anger and unease

“I’m sorry, Mom, but it’s not what you think. Those photos are old images taken two years ago when Kane and I first broke up.” “And those ones with him and his lovers flying around social media?” “I don’t know about that but I heard they’ve been deleted off the internet.” “Then make them delete yours too!” “I’ll see what I can do about that.” “So, who’s the guy in the photos?” “His name is Matt. He lives here in Wyoming.” “Oh, I see. I thought he looked familiar. Was he at my mother’s funeral?” “Yes. He was there with his fiancee. I mean, his ex-fiancee.”

Matt nodded eagerly, a smile already blossoming on his lips as he awaited the inevitable. "So, I was 14, and there was this boy, Ryan, from the Blackmore pack. He was a little older than me, probably like 15 or 16 at the time and I was crushing on him so hard. God... I'm embarrassed just thinking about it now," she admitted as her cheeks blushed a furious shade of red. Matt couldn't help but chuckle at her obvious discomfort and awkwardness.

He finally stood and stepped closer, keeping just out of reach. “You’re younger than most of the guys they send after me,” Scarlett said, tilting her head. “What’s your name, handsome?” “Matt,” he answered before he could stop himself. “Detective Harlan.” “Matt,” she repeated, tasting the word. Her smile grew. “I like it. Fits you. Tell me, Matt, how does it feel to finally bag the big bad Outlaw Girl?” He tried to keep his voice steady. “Feels like a good collar. You’re going away for a long time.”