Matt Shaw Author Novels & Stories

I said motioning my arms around, signalling that there was no one by my side. Just as Sharon was about to open her mouth, Matt walked up behind her. He looked handsome as ever in his black tuxedo; he could definitely be a cover model. “Hello Ms. Olivia and Ms. Sharon, how are you both this evening?” His manly voice made a smile creep across Sharon’s lips. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. How are you, Matt?” I answered. “I’m doing well, thanks. The business is up and running and Tony and I are finally starting to see some profits,”

"Of course I did. I'm here to capture the moment you make history and win first place!" "Yay!" Matty clapped his hands excitedly. "Make sure you get a good shot of Sharon too!" Wendy grinned. "What if I make Sharon look amazing but you end up looking goofy?" Matty answered sweetly, "I'm a boy. I was born to highlight beauty. The prettier Sharon looks, the more credit I get!" Wendy burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling. "No wonder Sharon spoils you so much. You little rascal—you really know how to talk. She didn't dote on you for nothing."

ma'am teemah reply shyly trying to take her eyes off him "Do you mind if I say something?" Shaw started a discussion as he forgot why he was here "Sure you can" ma'am teemah reply anticipating " You always beautiful in anything you wear" shaw muttered out without thinking " Really? Oh thanks" ma'am teemah said already blushing " Yeah, do you mind I asked you a question" shaw said again smiling chipishly " Oh go on" ma'am teemah said as she adjusted her seating "What about family, husband to be precised ?" Shaw asked as he hesitated a bit

“He’s got everything lined up—the flight, the ‘business meetings’ in Berlin. Adrian won’t know what hit him.” “That's perfect.” He laughed as he took another sip of his drink. I hummed, noncommittal. Doyle’s confidence was annoying, but I let him have his moment. Let him think he was the mastermind here. As if he’d done anything more than follow my orders. Before any of us could say any more, the television mounted on the far wall flickered to life, the volume low but unmistakable. “—breaking news. Gregory Shaw, CEO of Shaw group, has been arrested on charges of embezzlement and tax fraud. Federal agents have seized all assets—”

Myra could not help glancing at the man beside her over and over again. He was completely unlike the shy Professor who had been embarrassed to talk to her at the gym. “Is something wrong, Miss Shaw? You keep looking at me,” he said, and she almost choked on air. Why was she losing footing so early? Why did it suddenly feel like the Professor was in control? “I have to be somewhere before Nova’s school.” She said, "So you indeed had plans of being late.”

“She’s asking for the moon!” “I know who Miss Shaw is—she’s the daughter of the institute director and a senior engineer at SA! Expecting her to follow instructions from someone just starting out? How ridiculous.” More and more people began to speak up on Joy’s behalf. “Stellar’s getting way too full of herself. There’s no way Miss Shaw’s going to agree to that.” Vivian quickly caught on, lifting her chin with a smug look, clearly waiting to watch Stellar embarrass herself.

I muttered. He smiled broadly. "Anna Wintour?" he repeated before chuckling. His laugh was slightly contagious, making me smile too. "It turns out I'm not the only one who thinks Mrs. Lynch looks like Anna Wintour." He added while finishing the wine in his glass. Mr. Shaw only glanced briefly at his brother before turning back to my report. My wound was throbbing again hard enough that without realizing it my hand moved to touch it. Gregory Shaw's eyes followed my hand, then suddenly his relaxed demeanor turned slightly stiff.He placed his empty glass on the table and then took his jacket which was draped over the chair.

“I genuinely couldn’t tell with you anymore.” “That’s fair.” A breeze shifted through the backyard softly. Somewhere inside the house, Mrs. Able was probably reorganizing flowers aggressively while pretending not to monitor us through the kitchen window. Honestly, she deserved compensation. Shaw looked back down at the torn CV pieces in his hands. “I still need this fixed,” he muttered. I snorted loudly. “No, sweetheart. This needed burial rites.” “Fuck you.” “Look at this thing.” I snatched the paper again. “‘Conflict de-escalation.’ You sounded like a motivational speaker with assault charges.”

"A bit mysterious, definitely dramatic, but an excellent conversationalist." Shaw let out a loud, boisterous laugh that echoed off the high vaulted ceiling. "Dramatic? That's an understatement! You should see him when he’s brooding in the library. He practically commands the shadows to match his mood." Shaw winked at Yolande, leaning back in his chair with an easy, untamed energy. "If he gives you any trouble, sweetheart, you just let me know. I know all his worst secrets." "Don't listen to him, Yolande," Mira warned, rolling her eyes affectionately. "Shaw has the impulse control of a wild animal and spends his nights chasing anything that moves. He’s a total player, whereas Mon and Kira ove

I walked into his closet and pulled out a shirt and pants. I don't understand when I read books sometimes. The very tiny protagonist puts on a guy's shirt and it swallows her. Like how big is the guy? Is he wearing an XXL sizes shirt? Sheesh! And the shorts or pants...ugh don't get me started. For some reason, even his boxer shorts are XXL! Like what the fork?