Matt Novels & Stories

“You are not my crush, and I shall never have a crush on you! Your confidence chews you up.” The man chuckled. Their gaze wandered away to Ashlee’s side. “Oh!” said Matt and Riki in surprised reaction. “I thought it was an apartment. God forbid, I saw an angel!” said Matt with a grin. Matt reached out to Gaby and held her hand. “I’m not a good person, but God loves me anyway. He even sent my angel. Miss Beautiful, my name is Matt," he said. Gaby smiled. “Gaby.” “I just can’t help it, God; you’re so beautiful!” said Matt.

That's half-truth," she chimed in. She looked like a barbie girl, her posture rivaling beauty queens. She was tall and skinny with black hair reaching past her lower back. "Oh my," Matty gasped. He looked like he was about to melt. "The president is here. Do I look okay?" Chessa followed the trail of who he was looking at, seeing Ram Raganzo. Minalissa spoke when she saw Chessa's face. "Don’t be confused, Matty is gay. And well, Ram's the one he's crushing on right now." She nodded, admiring how open Matty was. At first look, she couldn't tell he was gay. He looked manly.

Crystal said "That's what I said" Matt suddenly joined "Shut up you two , you both don't know anything" I said coldly "You're such a jerk" Crystal said "Thanks" I said "You too" Crystal said to Matt "What did I do?" Matt asked innocently and she walked away "Go away" I said to Matt "I need this" He took the weight in front of me , he laughed and left I sat on one of the weightlifting machines and sighed. I took out my phone and scrolled my contacts. I stopped at Autumn's name.. I saved her number as Little One

This was the usual Matt walking towards me as I got out of the car – dressed very casually in baggy shorts and a loose, faded T-shirt from University of British Columbia, dirty blonde hair showing some streaks of gold of the sun. My friends said that he was very hot, that he looked like a younger version of Bradley Cooper's lighter hair. Sure, he was handsome, but he wasn't a movie star to me. beautiful cinema, but only Matt, the boy I had grown up with. — Merilee? He cocked his head in puzzlement. Your blue eyes, the color of fine jeans

His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction. “I am surprised to see you here” I said, standing up from my chair. I fixed my suit’s jacket and extended my hand to shake his. “I believe that I can come and see my partner when I want, plus, if I remember correctly, we have a meeting” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I simply nodded in response, watching as he took a seat in front of me. I nodded at Carter to leave, wanting to speak to the capo dei capo in private, and seeing that, Donatello nodded at Matteo to follow. His

“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.

Sharon Matt came over after work and rocked my world. I couldn’t believe this young man had made me fall for him. I can’t say it’s love, but I can say my body aches to see him when he’s not around. I don’t want to be obsessed nor do I want to be clingy, I just need to find some common ground and ride on that for as long as I can. Matt returned from the shower wearing a pair of black lounge pants and a v-neck t-shirt as he walked out from the bedroom barefoot and smelling like the lavender and mint body wash.

As he reached Alaia and me, his face broke out into a huge smile. “Welcome home, Xander, Luna.” I could feel Alaia’s body tense up a bit when he approached, but I understood why. Matt was a warrior as well, and a well-trained one at that. He kept very fit, and with his perfect smile, dirty blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was a lady killer without even trying. He just had an effect on women, even if it was harmless and unintentional. “Thank you, Matt. It’s good to be home. Now would you please put on a shirt so my mate can take a breath?” I said with a laugh.

I couldn’t blame him for not knowing because he probably wasn’t familiar with the blogs, but Matt waved off what I just said dismissively. “I know, Arlo Bronson, and we both know that it is not real,” Matt said. My jaw dropped completely.

People were constantly drawn to her, but her heart had only ever belonged to one person, Matt. Matthew, or “Matt” to everyone who knew him, was 6’2" of walking temptation. A muscular god with wavy brown curls, piercing gray eyes, and golden tan skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. They’d been together since they were 17 and were pretty much attached at the hip ever since. I knocked hard on the door, eager to get her opinion on the dresses Lucia had given me. I barely raised my fist to knock again before the door flew open, and there was Matt, shirtle