Matt Novels & Stories

It made me sick to think that he was so two faced, and even worse, that Damien trusted him. “Ah, Matt, I’ve been meaning to speak to you regarding my new prototype. I have some data I've compiled regarding the inner workings of the prototype and I'll send it over to you tonight.” Damien said. I watched Matt, who’s real name was Bartholomew, carefully as he spoke with Damien.

Josephine asked, as she hung her coat on the coat hanger. It was fall season, so it was a bit chilly outside. Ari was also her personal assistant. "Alright, I'll get back to you soon, I just have to check a few things." Josephine announced. She passed two of her new workers. Matt and Leon. Matt is 5,8ft tall, has olive skin tone, black hair that's dyed purple at the back, has a slender body, no facial hair, green eyes and thin lips with a nose, eyebrow and ear piercing.

Mew fluttered his eyes in morning. Today is the day. Yes!.. He heard his wolf's voice. Inner soul speaking to him. He feel extra speed in his legs. He usually took thirty minutes for his run but today he came back in twenty minutes. His mother in kitchen came to living room, she smiled, wished him and asked. "How do you feel?" With wide eyes he said "Exciting!!" His mom chuckled because of his expression then she said. "Wait for the moment.. you will feel more better".

- Matt "There's no proof, but isn't that what we need to be aware of? All this time we've been snooping around but there's absolutely nothing suspicious even though your feelings tell you otherwise, right? Can't you just trust your instincts, Boss? Elliot is not a good friend. He's manipulative!" - Matt "Boss, just this once, please ignore any preparations or objective evidence and just trust your instincts. Sometimes, natural instincts warn us of imminent disaster." - Matt

I thought, but I just nodded. Then, I saw him. Matt was leaning against the doorframe, looking bored. He’s twenty-nine, ten years older than me, and he acts like he’s a hundred years more important. He’s tall, with dark hair and eyes that always look like they’re judging your bank account. At the wedding, he basically told me my mom was a gold digger without even saying the words. He’s arrogant, rude, and way too handsome for his own good. I walked past him. He didn't even say hello. He just pushed off the wall, turned around, and walked deeper into the house without a single word.

He said, “I’m sure your family will adjust to being in Winter Moon, just like you have been adjusting.” “Are you almost done working?” I asked. “Just about. Why? Did you have something you wanted to do?” I take a deep breath. Every time Matt looks at me, my heart flutters. He really is a good-looking man. Brown hair, tan skin, light brown eyes. His jawline is strong, lips full and he always has a stubble but never a full beard. His shoulders are broad and muscular. His waistline is not super narrow, but you can tell he works out in the training facility and in the field. He’s very manly.

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

she pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind. She hears a chuckle and she instantly realizes that she had been caught checking him out which causes her to blush a shade of red. "I don't mind you drooling over me. I'm Matthew. Matthew Wilson. You can call me Matt for short." He says with an amused smile on his face. He smiles a lot for someone who just ripped a wolf's head apart from like it was a rag doll of some sort. This just proves the phrase 'you can't judge a book by its cover'. Wait. Why does his name sound so familiar, she thinks to herself.

This singular attitude made them become really endeared to me, as they were free to act very normal around me. The front door opened again and Matt walked in, as though he owned the place. Matt was a vampire, and my PA. He clutched his laptop under his arms as though his life depended on that singular gadget. Well, maybe his life actually depended on it because I couldn't recall any time I'd ever seen him without his laptop or tablet. Like hell, maybe he even went with them to the bathroom. Matt walked straight to where I was sitting at the kitchen table, flung his bag on the table and whipped out

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