Matt Rogers Novels & Stories

"Ha. That's because my hobbies include dirt biking and rescuing baby chickens." I rolled my eyes, glancing over at my clock. It was eight, still early in the night. "Fine. You've made your point." "Plus, Sera is making some cheddar popcorn. I'm sure she'll let you have some if you keep your hands to yourself," she teased. With a scoff, I said, "Come on, Ro-Ro, what kinda man do you take me for?" "It's not the man I'm worried about, Kit," she continued.

And later, Keegan joined the team. Dismissing the team, I looked at my 7-year-old nephew who were busy drawing in her cabin next to my cabin. Mark Rogers was out of my vision. "Mark Rogers is a human. What is so wrong with him?" I was calm. He is nothing but a business that offers other rich people bodyguard with private investigator for more security. It is his living. "He is a busy person... And you don't know him. Why he is here?" She glared at me.

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, with your money, silly," she said, smiling at him. "We need to erase the mute girl's existence from this house," she said, advancing toward the wall where the wedding photograph was hanging to take it down. "You are not touching anything," declared Roger, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Why not?" "Because you're not going to change anything in the house." "But why?" "Let me say this clearly: I DON'T HAVE MONEY." "That's a good joke, my love. You're Roger Peterson, the current CEO of the largest jewelry company in the country, and—"

a husky voice rumbled from behind me. My breath hitched. Don Matteo stood there, a dark silhouette against the faint hallway light. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, narrowed. "M..mr. Russo." His eyes dropped to the shattered glass on the floor. He chuckled darkly. "Eavesdropping I see." "I.. didn't...I wasn't..." I stepped back as he took predatory steps towards me, till my back was against the wall. I gulped when he leaned in. "What did I say about not getting too curious?" His breath tickled my neck, a sardonic smile played on his lips.

“He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.” Micheal's fist clenched in anger as he gritted his jaws. I could see his anger flaring up, more dangerous than before. “Fine,” he growled. “I would help you take down Allen but you would have to help me get back my life, that Joan stole from me.” “Agreed,” I smiled, handing him a contract booklet. “You have to sign this if you agree with the rules.” He took the book from me, flipping the pages open. “It says here that we have to get married, why?

Loyal and ready to burn the world for her. She nodded. “Thank you.” Then she turned back to Mr. Rogers, who was grinning. “I’ll do it,” she said. “But tell me… who’s the man?” His smile dropped. “Oh, he’s very well known for his ruthlessness and coldness. The type who doesn’t forgive debts or people.” He stepped closer and whispered the name like a death sentence. “Massimo Hollingsworth.” Katherine froze. It felt like the air had been punched out of her lungs.

The person responsible for contacting the professionals and the paid posters was a subordinate of Roger Zellweger. After a thorough investigation of the incident, everyone realized Roger Zellweger was the mastermind behind the incident. Roger employed professionals and paid posters to defame Shantal and caused her to lose her job. To make matters worse, Roger’s stepdaughter, Regina, twisted the truth and fabricated lies to slander Shantal’s reputation.

Then the thick smell of cigarettes reaches my nostrils. I pause, scanning the rooftop. Someone else is here. My pulse jumps. Then I see him. Matt. He stands at the far edge of the rooftop, one hand braced on the railing, the other holding a lit cigar. For a second I think about turning and running while I still can. I’ve walked straight into the lion’s den. I want to flee, but my feet won’t move. Matt takes a long drag, then turns to me. A dark smirk curls his lips. “Who do we have here?”

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

"Thanks. But could I ask a favor? Could you not call me Mattie in front of other people? It makes me sound eight years old." "Sure." She grinned. "Would you prefer Matthew?" "I'd prefer to get this interview over with so I can see if Lizzie is bowled over or running for the hills or maybe after me with a shotgun." "Wow, Matt. Nervous much?" "Damn straight. I just wish I knew - " Before he could finish the sentence the door to the lounge where they were sitting opened and Rod Terrier, director of sports himself, walked in. "Hey, Matt." He held out his hand. "Rod Terrier. It's an honor to meet you. Thanks for coming down to the station today."