Matt Leblanc Young Novels & Stories

I smiled politely. "And this is Matt. Don't you want to say hi to your new aunt?" Lenora coaxed. Matt turned away from his mother's shoulder, where he had been hiding behind her glossy curls. His large blue eyes widened as he saw me and blinked his long lashes. I gave a small wave. "Hi there." Matt gave me his baby grin. "Aww, he is cute," I gushed. They reminded me of my niece and nephew. "I wasn't expecting you tonight," Lucian said as he grabbed Matt from Lenora.

“So you haven’t just killed the pack Beta? Your Uncle?” A monetary flash of doubt appeared to pass over Matty's face, but he raised his brows and it seemed to clear. He looked his father straight in the eye. Now looking confident. So sure of himself. “He deserved it.” Matty said just as sharply, his gaze never faltering from his father. “Did you think I was going to let him kill Leo? He is like a brother to me. He is my best friend. To be my Beta. And, I know that he would do the same for me. Tell me, is that what you would have done? Let him kill Leo?”

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

“You ready, Bobbie?” Mel was having a panic attack, her perfectly manicured nails fanning her face. Candice was biting her lip, preventing herself from squirming. I promised that I’ll introduce Matt to them if he enters my room. Guess this is their lucky day. Matt’s raven hair is free of ponytails tonight. His hair is a curtain of silk cascading on his shoulders, giving him a rock star vibe. He matched his look with a leather jacket over his gray shirt and plain black jeans.

Zac Malvon "What's with you and Lauren?" Matthew asked his brother Dylan "Nothing" "What do you mean nothing? Everytime you come , she always leave" "Nothing" "Isn't she with Blane Samuel?" I asked and all of them turned to me "How do you know?" Archer asked "News.." I said because that's the truth. The media loves the 7 Gold Lifes related , their kids and just everything since people love to know about the 7 Gold Lifes. I read that news so I knew

"I was right, wasn't I?" Denis nodded, his gaze momentarily shifting from Marra to Jamie, then back again. "So, the girl's a pizza delivery girl and a DJ?" Jamie nodded, his gaze now shifting to admiration for Marra. "Does she have a hard life out there?" "Maybe." Matthew moved on. "I have to take care of something. Leave my little girl alone so he can hold out until Leah gets back." He stepped aside. "Matt is acting like a possessive father."

Roland explained. "Shit!" Matt shouted. He went into his room and slammed the door. "Why the hell would she come here with some guy? I mean hell, it's not been that long. After what we shared, walking away was the hardest thing and stupidest thing I've ever done." Matt thought to himself confused. "I gotta get my head clear and focus on tomorrow's show.' Matt muttered. Chey and Blaine ate in the hotel restaurant. Damien passed by and saw them. He recognized the guy with Chey. He was the same one that was with Laura.

"You're getting slow." I spin around glaring. "You're lucky I didn't break your nose." Matt just grins completely unbothered. "You fight like a raccoon." He's tall in that effortless athlete way—broad shoulders, dark hair, familiar eyes, and the kind of confidence people spend years trying to fake. Robbie's younger brother. Quarterback. Pack golden boy. Unfortunately, also one of my favorite people alive. "Missed you too," he says. I shove his chest lightly. "You're an ass."

It’s Matt. Matt, the guy who’s basically the human equivalent of a golden retriever with bright blonde hair and blue eyes to match, it’s scary how much Luis and Matt look so alike if not for the obvious gap in age I would have thought they were twins. He looks at me like I’ve just confessed to eating his lunch. “Are you okay?” he asks, genuinely concerned. “No,” I squeak, my voice barely a whisper. I want to dig a hole and live in it forever.

"Try impossible. Why are you here, Matt? I don't understand." "I think I told you that I've taken a disability retirement from the Air Force, right?" Summer nodded. "Was that real? Were you honestly hurt?" Matt tugged up the hem of his shorts to show the bottom edge of the surgical scar on his hip. "Yeah." Then he turned to show her the collection of angry welts on his back. "Everything I ever told you in the dreams is true. You want my sister or my mom's phone numbers? Hell, look them up. They're in the book. Sarah Warren and Tanya and Mike Stephens, all of Morgan's Creek, Texas."