Matt Leblanc Young Novels & Stories

“And this is Mattie. She’s a new up and comer. I was impressed with her natural ability at the career’s day.” Tia turns to face Matilda; putting her thumbs and forefingers together to make a box shape, she looks through it at her. “Jonny; can you stand beside Mattie for a moment?” she asks staring at the two young adults. “They are both perfect. Leona, you manage both these gorgeous teens?” “I do” Leona smiles, turning to face Tia.

She said with an expression filled with loneliness and pain. Seeing Ariel like this, Layla could no longer hold it out anymore. For some reason, she just wanted to tell Ariel anything and everything to make her feel alright. "Damien is my cousin, so I would normally side with him, but I won't because what he did was wrong. That's why I won't lead you astray by telling you to open your heart to William. I can assure you that he won't make you suffer like Damien . Besides, he is your childhood friend isn't he?" Layla asked. "Yeah!" A psychopathic one I barely remember!

"Har. Har." Levi nods at the photographer. "Got any good ones?" The guy blinks, then nods. "I did. They're just perfect," he says. "I think that's a wrap." I yank Levi’s hands off and march over to Matt. I want to get as much space from Levi as I can... for now. He messes with my head way too much. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that wasn't acting," Matt remarks, smiling. "You guys were seconds away from getting down and dirty. If I didn't interrupt when I did, who knows what would've happened."

Luke definitely got his looks from his mother; he doesn't look or act like Elder Theo. We spent another half an hour analyzing the encyclopedias we hadn't gone through yet before Matt left for training. Matt was reluctant to leave me alone to carry out his duties. Despite understanding the thoughtfulness to place me as a top priority on his to-do list, I assertively articulated that neglecting the pack was not an option. Of course, Matt being Matt, he didn't just accept it. He added some conditions of his own. Two fascinating 'conditions' indeed, and I am looking right at them. Jax and Oliver, these two poor souls seem to be stuck with me since day one. Once again, Matt ordered them to tail

If he hadn't said he was pissed, I would have thought him unbothered by the whole situation. 'You cannot deny we would have made the same damn decisions without Elle's opinion or say if the roles were reversed,' Matt continues berating us through mindlink in a manner befitting a general. 'She is a goddamn Luna Born, with her pack and people to care for. You two aren't confirmed mates. So get your head out of your damn ass and figure out what Trent wants.' Matt finishes his rant, leaving Andrew and me in silence, cutting off the mindlink as we close in on the building to find a warrior standing by with a change of clothes. 'Alpha, Beta,' he says, handing them to us after we shift, quickly sli

“It's okay. We just got outside too.” The two men with them were lively. You could tell the women had brainwashed them into being a part of their gossip circle. Lee was six feet tall with fine facial features. He looked just like a model, with his athletic body and ripped arms. From the way it looked, he had a big crush on Daya. He was kind of shy and stood close to her. And Matt, the blondie. He was the jester. Two inches shorter than Lee, Matt was the youngest. He wrapped his hands around the women and all of them rushed to the restaurant with smiles.

It was Adrian Trevellyan , the man whose semen had been injected into me two days ago. Although I had never seen him in person, only in photographs during my mother’s research into his life, I would never forget those features. His face was so striking, possessing an unparalleled beauty, masculine, almost aggressive, which was even more evident up close. He was around thirty-something, with slightly tanned skin, a strong chin hidden by a short dark beard, a pointed nose, and a well-shaped mouth. However, what really caught the eye were his eyes. A dark pearly blue, shaded by thick, arched eyebrows, they reflected a coldness that was almost frightening. They looked like the eyes of a demon, a

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

I tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me as he says, “Wait here.” I watch him call Liam. Liam Stevens is a hacker. Usually, it is very difficult to locate him, but Matt is a good friend of his, after he helps his mother recover her investments after being scammed. After a few moments, Liam answers. “Hello old man! To what is the honor of your call due?” Matt responds coldly. “I need you to trace the last call received on my cell phone.”

Now we were standing in the parking lot in front of the crammed cars, and everyone was aware that there were six of us and there were only four seats in the cars. Matt, with whom I had only exchanged a few words so far, blew out smoke from a lit cigarette and frowned thoughtfully. He was the youngest of the boys, but he looked at least two years older due to the fact that he always wore some sort of cap on his head and had grown a beard on his cheeks. "So I'm definitely not going on foot," he declared resolutely. June kicked him in the shin. "Not that anyone would expect anything else from you."