Mattheo Riddle Fanfic Novels & Stories

Mathew’s words were cut off by Max, grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Not feeling well? Or did you hurt her?” Max growled, his fangs elongated as he pierced through Mathew’s frames with his furious eyes. He thrust Mathew to the ground and without hold, he demanded, "Where is my mate?" “What did you do to my Gamma’s mate?” Alric questioned, his amber eyes were nearly golden as he growled in anger. “No- no - nothing.” It was Mathew, who answered, his voice breaking in and out.

“What would you have me do? Go on my knees and beg her? Let her kill your own sister?” Matteo didn’t respond immediately, his chest rising and falling as he tried to contain himself. Melissa exhaled sharply, trying to calm down. “I know the mate bond is messing with your head right now, but think, Matteo. Think! Both you and your mate need to get your head checked because I can see your reasoning is failing.” Without waiting for his reply, she helped Dante up, supporting him as they left the room. Matteo stood there, stunned by Melissa’s outburst, his fists still clenched. After a moment, he turned and walked back to Myra. He stood beside her bed, his expression softening slightly as he reac

“We’re about to light another one, and Isabella told me to come find you.” “Yeah, I’m coming.” Matteo mumbles something under his breath that sounds a lot like ‘not yet’. I pretend not to hear him as I follow Vinnie down the stairs. Matteo pats me on the shoulder before bringing the finger that was inside me to his mouth, licking it. I flip him off and hurry down the stairs, hoping Vinnie didn’t notice anything suspicious. ---- The next part will be up tomorrow! I will update once a day this month, so I can get the story finished by the end of the month!

Khatri’s arms opened to him, and Matthew blushed. Soon, he could be purified in front of the entire congregation, and he would still choose to be with his Khatri because nothing could ever stand between them. However in Matthew's mind, Azazel purred. “He’ll belong to us. you both.” Forever. THE END

Matteo. His eyes scanned over me, brimming with rage and something else. Concern. He crouched next to me, softly brushing the messy hair off my face. "Gabriella... can you walk?" I nodded slightly, but when I tried to rise, my legs collapsed. Matteo seized me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. His caress was gentle, the warmth of his body blending with mine.The irony writhed inside my chest. Matteo—one of them, a participant in this—had become my rescuer. Can I rely on him? Or was this yet another game, yet another deception designed to drag me down once more? The heat of his hands appeared real, but the uncertainty lingered, sharp and relentless.

My eyes widened from shock when I listened to that conspiracy planned by both the Queen Mother and Hela, and that's when mom said, "I'm wrong; I shouldn't have trusted this despicable Wilson. All those years I thought I had got rid of Rita's curse, but now she's after me." I went down a little with my body, looked through the door opening, and saw Hela's forehead narrowing. Then she asked her insistently as she grabbed Ritchie's hand to pull her with her towards one of the sofas and sit next to her, "No, Ritchie... I don't like puzzles; it seems you hide a lot. Tell me what is going on in your head. After all, our interests are shared." I listened to my mother answer her hesitantly. "What ri

“we’ll talk about that later at the estate. I’m sure it’s something related to what she asked for last time?” “I think so.” I whip my gaze away… concentrating fully on the dark terrain and inwardly screaming with joy for finally leaving that club. All those naked girls… “We’re not done, Piccolo. I’d like to know how you found out my bite could feel good.” I freeze as his palm slides over my thigh, his voice curling low against my neck. I swallow “I—“ “Don Rafaele?” Matteo’s voice cuts in, urgent, followed by the hiss of wind from the window he just cracked open.

Memories of the tender third year of our mating, before Olivia's arrival began to complicate things, stirred with stinging clarity. We had been happy once, hadn't we? Or had I simply imagined the warmth in Ethan's eyes, the gentleness of his touch? Unable to bear the unanswered questions and the unsettling silence where the pull of our bond should have been comforting, I rose and descended the empty staircase. Perhaps a cup of tea would help me sleep. As I reached the bottom step, a voice sharp with matriarchal authority drifted up from the lower level. "Everyone's asleep; it's so late and you still haven't gone back to your room—is it because Luna Grace is here that you don't want to return

Matthew particularly liked the candy effect that Satya gave the main star in the middle of the game. Without any prompting or force, Rena responded to his deliberately unmoved after breaking through and sinking entirely into the gripping warmth. Rena's sensation is so tight and throbbing amazingly that Matthew closes his eyes in enjoyment. Either because of the evidence of his passion being a casanova in the show or the effect of the burrow never being penetrated. "Ah, so narrow." Matthew felt squeezed to the core and wanted to finish quickly, especially seeing that the hungry lions were already moving in on the quarry in front of him.

I cry out reaching out to touch him. His thick skin pulses beneath my hands as his brown perfect eyes shine on mine. "I'm not a Lord while kneeling before you, my princess. I'm Matt, your best buddy, the one you run to when you have just scraped your knees or when you are in trouble and want me to help you out of it. That's who is kneeling before you right now," Matteo says, his face searching through mine. All the good memories I try to hide surface and hit me like a wrecking ball throwing myself over Matt's body, he catches me, holding me tightly on the ground.