Mattheo Riddle Movies Novels & Stories

"But the rest was a transaction. Matthew owed me a debt he couldn't pay with cash. So, he offered me information. And then, he offered me you." Emmanuella felt a wave of nausea so strong she had to lean on the table. "Why? I'm a teacher! I don't know anything about your world!" "You’re the only person Matthew ever let in," Romeo said, standing up and walking toward her. He moved with a terrifying grace, stopping just inches away. "He thinks you know where he hid the drive he stole from me. He thinks if I keep you here, I’ll find it and let you both go."

My heart, though, it beat only for the moment school ended. Mr. Nelson cleared his throat from the front of the class, silencing the room with a single look. "Today," he began, his voice steady, "we continue with one of the most important parts of our history- the origins of the mate bond, and the gift of the Mood Goddess herself." He wrote the words Selene-The Moon Goddess across the board in long, sweeping letters.

Mate?" The word kept going through my mind like a mean whisper. How could this huge man say something like that? My mate turned their back on me, lied to me, and then left me to die. The moon goddess would never tie me to someone else. Not him. Dominick's tight grip on me made me stiff, and his warmth didn't help calm the storm in my chest. For the first time since that bad day, my wolf woke up. He feels it too.

“Aw, I know lovey, leaving your friends behind is hard, isn’t it?” Then she’s gone again. Rafael’s arm twitches. “Ow! Fuck!” Matteo hisses and he starts to rub his leg. “What’s wrong?” I ask, speaking for the first time. “My leg. Feels like a muscle cramp.” “Hm,” Rafael says and finally puts his right hand on the table. It’s empty. “That would be the ricin.” “The what?” Matteo asks.

[Elena] Can life get any better? I don’t think so. This is the life I dreamt of for years—the one I built a thousand times in my head. And now, it’s playing out in front of me like a scene from a movie I never thought I’d star in. We were seated in the dining room—Raphael, Mom, Aurora, and me. Matteo had traveled two days ago for work. Yes, I'm proud to say that my brother Matteo is one of the biggest actors in the United States. And of course, I made sure to watch some of his movies. Damn, he knew his cards well. Every expression, every line—flawless.

I whispered. "Are you a dove, Nova?" Matteo asked, leaning his face so close that his cigar-scented lips practically grazed mine. "Are you going to sit quietly and wait for my crumbs? Or are you an Albatross... expanding those massive wings to calculate your prey, waiting for the absolute perfect microsecond to tear them apart?" "I could be your Owl, Matteo," I said, staring directly into the depths of his obsidian eyes, throwing the challenge right back at him. "They know things. They hear every single whisper vibrating through the cyber grid."

she said and turn back to Hailey who just stood there saying nothing. "Jenna" Hailey mutters and Jenna straightens up her back dusting the front of her dress again. "It's Claire dear. Call me Sr. Claire," she proudly introduce herself and with that Hailey fainted. I stood their shock as Colby rushes to his Mate while Jenna moves around to help him out. My mind swirl with thoughts before I look up to the sky muttering, "moon goddess, what have you done?"

Her heart beat faster not from fear, but because she could feel the storm brewing. “Raffaele Romano,” Matteo said, his voice a calm executioner’s blade. “Stand.” Raffaele, ever the snake, rose slowly, his smile thin, mocking. “What is this, Matteo? A trial? Or just another one of your little displays of power?” Matteo didn’t smile. He tossed a folder onto the table. Photos spilled across the polished wood bank transactions, coded messages, intercepted calls. Each piece of paper was a nail in Raffaele’s coffin.

Her eyes were a unique seafoam color. Matteo was staring back at her with the same intensity. What was going on? I have never seen him draw an immediate interest in someone before, but it seemed that she was drawing him in. “I’m Rhea,” she told him, holding her hand out to him. “Nice to meet you Rhea. I’m Matteo,” he replied with a smile. He jumped when their hands touched. His eyes widened as he looked from her hand to her face. The look in his eyes was the same that he always had when he was trying to figure out a puzzle.

Just when I believe things will be different now that I am going to be engaged with Matteo, apparently, it looks to me like I'll be the center of a joke once more after this. Much worse is that I’ll also drag Matteo into this even though it isn’t even true. “What nonsense are you talking about?! I will have your head fed with the dogs for telling that against my mate!” Matteo eventually utters out of anger. “How can you be so sure?” A brown envelope containing financial records is then handed to him by Rogen. There's something about that evidence that's making it hard for me to make out what it is or what it might prove.