Matt Novels & Stories

Before Speed can ask her next question I blurt out “ How old are you?” Speed looks over her shoulder at me but doesn’t call me out. Matt looks even more nervous but his voice is steady when he answers me “ I just turned twenty-one a month ago.” A three-year difference isn’t bad. “ Have you always lived here? "Speed asks. Matt nods “ Yes, ma’am. Born and raised. My parents and younger brother are still here as well.” “ And your relationship with your parents. How is it?” Speed asks. I know she is worried and doesn’t Ratchet around haters or rude people. Matt smiles “ I have a good relationship with

Maybe I should introduce myself, I am Matt Hemsworth, the CEO of Top Star Entertainment. 🎶

“Guys this is Nico. He will be staying here with us from now on. Be kind.” Nico glanced up at him. “I’m Matt, and you must already know Raven,” The taller guy pointed to the guy who brought him here. Matt had a buzz cut and looked muscular. He was tall as heck. His hands were slightly stained red. This guy must have hunted just recently. Just as had expected, he saw a huge elk hanging upside down tied to the wooden beam of the roof. Its blood was dripping down little by little onto a small pail.

She stepped back then looked at matty I let go the turned her pushing her towards matty. "Mate" he growled and pulled her against him the buried his head in reese's neck. After a minute he let her go "umm.. hi I'm Reese." She said shyly.. "I'm General Matt but you can can me matt" he said trying to be sexy I rolled my eyes. Dear goddess I think I might puke if they get anymore mushy I said to my self making Rona laugh. But I remind tense.

"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."

Gia flipped one hand over, her clear voice carrying as I pushed open the door. "Abso-fucking-lutely nothing." Matt stood just inside our room, leaning against my desk, his thick legs crossed at the ankle and his arms folded over his chest. "Welcome to Carolina U, sweetheart. I'm Matt, and I'm here to make your every fantasy come true."

I replied shrilly. From his curly hair, short, and stocky stature, I knew him as Mat Bagi or just Matt. He was like a mini version of the Hulk. Her curly hair framed her square face. His jaw also looked as firm as a tyrannosaurus jaw. We shook hands, and this palm felt like it squeezed. Matt was from an Islamic boarding school graduate in Grisee a small town next to Surabaya to the west. Matt's family was devout to worship. But Matt was the disobedient one.

"DONNA!" Groaning inwardly, Mike turned toward the source of the deeply resonant voice, and standing with his arms crossed with an enraged look on his face was a guy that looked like he had been cut from a single upright stone slab. He was tall, well muscled and chiseled, and the look on his face spoke of the mayhem he was threatening to invoke. Matt and the drunk were still tongue locked when the behemoth leaned over and yanked her out of the chair with one hand. "What the..." Matt said, as he quickly got to his feet. Then, laying eyes on the guy for the first time, he half choked, "Jesus Christ, you're a big fucker."

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."