Matt Sturniolo Wattpad Novels & Stories

Luna snorted and turned her face away. 'Wake up, Luna! Don't be hypnotized just because of his smile! That man has taken your purity and got you kicked out of your house!' Luna thought to herself, trying to wake herself up from the spell of Matteo's appearance that had frozen her. Without looking back, Luna immediately filled her plate with hobo steak, her favorite dish, to satisfy her hunger.

It wasn't compulsory for wolves to further their education after high school, majority don't bother, however she tutored herself on a course she so loved, Behaviourism. She advanced to gather the pictures taped to the mirror and the one of a smiling, mousy haired woman, in a sky blue sundress, grabbed her attention. She dropped the others and picked it up. "I miss you so much mom." She whispered, feeling her eyes turn glassy. No doubt, if her mother was still alive she'd be alot more happy about finding her mate, about being the Luna. No, if her mother was alive, everything would be perfect, life would be alot more tolerable, but that isn't the case now, is it.

Matt smiled gratefully at her, but it faded quickly as he whispered, “That thing… did you see it?” Amerie froze. Her eyes darted to Apollo, but his smoldering glare gave no direction one way or the other. Amerie turned her gaze back to Matt. She nodded. He let out a breath. “So I’m not completely crazy. Only a little.” A forced chuckle escaped him. “I mean a wolf turning into a man? I hit my head pretty hard.” He rubbed the back of his neck. She glanced at the stitches across his forehead and eyebrow. “Yeah. Have you called your family yet?”

Matt woke up from a nightmare and immediately looked at his bedside table. Beads of sweat trickled all over his forehead. He got up and walked out of the balcony to breathe fresh air. He did not realize it was already a full moon until he saw the majestic Luna shining from above. If it weren’t for Aria, if it were not for the prophecy, they would still be in pain of transitioning as a wolf tonight. He wondered what they were doing in Crescent Hills. Matt went down to grab some beer, and he almost jumped on Cassie when he saw her lurking in the dark garden. “What are you doing there?” he asked.

, his fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. I smiled, remembering the countless hours I had spent in high school devouring this novel. It was the only one I loved back then, and it seemed he liked it too. “You like Mark Stephens?” I whispered. Matt nodded, his eyes sparkling. “I don't just like him. I love him,” he whispered. “The way he weaves words, it's like magic.”

Morris rolls his eyes at Matt's comment. Their heads snap in my direction when I purposely clear my throat, breaking their argument. Matt shoots a glare back at Morris, proudly saying he was right. And if you wonder, I didn't forget or forgive Matt, but becoming Luna will help me protect the ones I love. It's a path I must take, and I will. -"May I?" Matt expends his hand and I take it.

With a cracked tone, “I am Matt, I know I'm most likely not in anyone's good book here, but I am here to right my wrongs. I hope you all find a place in your heart to forgive me and help me become a better wolf.” “Luna, what did you do to Matt?” Helka asked. “I didn't do anything to him. I guess he figured there's no need to oppress others.” “I know it might sound so unreal and you might not even be sure if I am the one or not but trust me, I had thought about this properly. I would appreciate it if you give me a chance to prove myself to you.” Matt said morosely. Calla looked at him twice. The genuineness in his tone and the readiness to be a better wolf. She couldn't have imagined such a d

“We need to find what this poison is— what it's made of. Is it possible to convert magic to liquid? It's all… too much. There has to be a cure.” Drystan cleared his throat, making us turn to him. “There's one place that might have the answers we need.” This piqued my interest. “Where?” “Ashville.” He answered. Ava frowned. “The volcanic region?” I turned to her surprised. She shrugged. “I've been learning a bit about the werewolf realm.” I turned back to Drystan who nodded. “Their Luna is an expert in explosives. If anyone can figure out what’s killing our people—and how to counter it—it’s her.”

"That is the same thing." I laughed. She laughed. We sat on the couch. The sun was bright. The house was quiet. "Damon's POV, not there" – you said no repetition of words. Here is Laura's POV, different from before. --- I found an address for Matthew that afternoon. Seattle. A small apartment near the university. He worked at a startup. Something about software. I did not understand the details. I wrote the address on a piece of paper. Folded it. Put it in my pocket.

Angel said to me and I scoffed, “Why don't you come up with one, smart mate,” I mocked and she chuckled, “Of course, I will. I am so proud of myself for having such a hot god on earth as my mate. Have you seen his eyes when he looks at something that interests him? Or how he plays and talks with Will? Have you seen him when he is serious while he works? Have you heard his voice on the phone? Have your eyes scanned down to his dick. I can't wait to have a taste of those—”