Matt Walsh X Novels & Stories

Tougher. You may know Lincoln Walsh as the principal dancer of an elite ballet company in New York City. His tattoos and extracurricular activities often create a buzz in the tabloids, but they also draw audiences to his shows. They call him the ‘bad boy of ballet’, and he doesn't bother disproving that label.

It was a voice note from Rebecca, sounding soft and pitiful. "Matty, the light in my living room broke. There's no one home right now. Can you come over and help me?" Matteo frowned and was about to decline when another voice message came through. "Matty, I know you're bringing Ms. Walsh to the Gallagher family dinner tonight. I'll be all alone tonight, and without the light, I—" She didn't finish her sentence, but the message ended with the sound of quiet sobbing. Matteo clenched his jaw.

Goldman said. “It comes with the territory. The wife understood. She was the reason why I was able to get back so quickly. She really knows how to talk to people,” Matt said. “Let me introduce you to the rest of my team,” Dalton said. “I take it you had a chance to meet Rodriguez and Albertson.” “I did,” Matt said. “This is Walker,” Dalton said and pointed at the long-haired man. He nodded his head at Matt and offered his hand. Matt shook it.

Sometimes, our code name for Xena was the witch because she had a way of finding things out, no matter how skilled you were at hiding information. “Hey, say something, man,” Matt urged, snatching the shirt from me and throwing his arm over my shoulder as we made our way into the building, to the tenth-grade lockers. “You’ve never given a hoot about any girl so far. I guess this one’s got the fire and sparks you want.” “Let me be, Matt. You’re free to let your imaginations run wild.” Matt chuckled. He said nothing after that and helped me drop the shirt in her locker.

Then, Matthias and Celeste headed into their private dining room. After they had walked some distance away, Caleb finally spoke. "Did one of you offend him?" Matthias hadn't made it obvious, but his attitude clearly showed he wasn't interested in engaging with them. Xavier looked puzzled. "I don't think so." Jorge frowned but said nothing. Inside their private room, Xavier took a sip of tea and commented, "I have to say, Matthias is pretty impressive. If those two projects go through, his net worth will skyrocket."

While his words made me feel like the most important woman on earth, mine felt like I was trying to be polite. “You are definitely taking my breath away,” I added. His ears turned blood red, and I found it to be cute. “Well, shall we?” he said, turning to stand on the same line as me. Arms stretched so mine could perch on them. “Dang! “Girl,” Matt called from across the street when he saw us. I waved at him, and Taylor’s hand possessively snuck around my waist. “He is gay, remember?” I whispered to him while still waving and flashing a smile at Matt as he washed his car underneath the setting sun. He had told me he was going to spend the entire four weeks of winter break road tripping.

A familiar voice speaks sharply, and I suddenly feel a strong presence pressing against my back. Matty glares at Tobias as Tobias brazenly leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on my cheek. I don’t move. My feet remain rooted where they stand as I don’t want to cause a scene, but my blood is boiling in my veins. What is he doing here, and who does he think he is, interfering in my personal affairs? “And who are you?” Matty mutters darkly, thrusting his hand forward. “I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting before. I’m Matty, Ryans’ coach.”

“Drop the complaint against Rebecca. Cancel the gala and shut down the foundation, then disappear. Do that, and I’ll leave you and your son alone.” “No. That will never happen. ” “Think very carefully.” My fists clenched so hard my nails cut into my palms. “I said no. Get out before I call the police.” Walsh stood slowly, straightening his jacket with deliberate calm. “You’re making a mistake.” He paused at the door. “See you at the gala, Ms. Hart. It’s going to be quite the event.” The second the door shut, my legs gave out. I collapsed into my chair, breathing fast and shallow, heart racing, so violently I felt dizzy. Cold sweat prickled down my back.

Even though she wasn't William's actual mate, being regarded as such felt undeniably good. "Wow, you're real!" the person exclaimed. "Most of us have never seen you, so we were starting to believe that our Alpha finding his actual mate, and not some political match, was just a rumor." "Indeed, I am very real and eager to see my mate. Could you please direct me to his study?" Natasha replied, adding a touch of pride to her words. "Yeah, sure, it’s right up there, then turn left. I’m Daphne," she said, extending her hand.

I slam the phone back down and try to call the number again, but it just beeps at me. “The line has been cut.” I look at Xander, and he types away on the iPad and turns it to me. Matty, poor Matty. I watch as he is torn apart by a wolf. My rage is building when the figure all in black turns a back ski mask covering their face. I look to see if I can find anything. My eyes widen. “It’s a she-wolf. Cheeky bitch has just waved and blew a damn kiss at the camera.” I fall back into my dad’s office chair.