Novel & Cerita Mattheo Riddle Movies

“You noticed.” "I notice everything.” A faint smile appears on his face, “I’ve heard.” I don't smile at him; I came here for answers, not a reunion. I tap the Belladonna file, “You said Belladonna is not a company.” “It’s not.” “Then what is it?” Matteo’s fingers drum against the desk, then go still again, “A name.” "I know that.” “No.” He shakes his head, “You know the word; you don't know the person.”

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.

Mew nodded his head and said "I know either than Filo, no one can stand my energy, that's what I told to my pack elders. If I continue the matting process for my sake, he might die." Zee interrupts the serious conversation and said "Again. I don't understand. How is that possible to mate a male??" Mew sighed and said "That's not important here because that's never gonna happen. so we can't go further about that thing." Zee said "Ok. Even though I am curious. I will search for some information." Ohm shooked his head in disbelief and said "Suits yourself." Mew asked all "Ok then how is your Luna's doing.?"

Back in his seat, Mateo attempts to erase what he had just seen, not only what he saw above, but also below. The deathly slim waist outlined by prominent ribs was etched into his brain. "Then you must be an undercover spy from the police, pretending to be a prostitute. I shall have you know that this is simply a religious cult." Mateo doesn't even bother sounding serious, he states it as if it was a fact and reaches for his drawer to pull out a box of cigarette and a lighter. He lights it up and places it between his lips.

RYAN'S POV~ Time seemed to slow to a crawl as my brain struggled to process the events unfolding before me. My mother’s concerned gaze went ignored as my eyes remained locked on the elder priest. It was as if I was viewing the world through a haze of red mist, the only thing piercing through me, was the sight of danger that threatened my mate. Then the guards made their move, their hands reaching for their guns. In that instant, something within me snapped. "What the fuck are you insinuating?!" I roared, my voice shaking the very foundations of the hall.

was boldly written above. Everyone knew Richard Blackwood was Alpha Asher's late father. But Rose Nightfall! That's my late mother's name.

he replied I sighed, “Of course you do.” He stood beside the door, “You did well today.” Matthew said. I looked at him, “That sounds like another compliment.” “Don't make it a habit.” He said. I almost smile. Then his expression changed, “Rachel.” The seriousness in his voice made me straighten, “What?” I asked. Before he could answer, Antonio’s voice came through the communication system, “Matthew, we decoded the device.” The room went still, Matthew looked at his phone screen as it came on, a video appeared “Rachel Raphael, you’re searching for the truth, but you still don’t understand what your mother left behind.”

If flirting with the Grim Reaper was what it took to drag her back into my arms, I'd gladly bet my life. A twisted smirk curled my lips. Leaning back, my mismatched eyes burned through the shadows. My wolf clawed to the surface. “Do it. Bring our mate home. If we don’t bleed, how will she pity us?” Joel purred in my head, a psychotic chuckle echoing in my skull. I dialed the burner. Jae picked up on the second ring, rambling about something I ignored. “The Death Route,” I interrupted. “Underground circuit. I know you've got the plug. Put my name on the roster.”

That silence was enough to make her heart race. “What order?” she asked. No answer. Adrian nodded knowingly. “I thought so.” He looked at Seraphina once more. “Watch the footage.” Then he walked away. Matteo didn’t stop him. He simply watched until Adrian disappeared through the front gate. The moment he was gone, Seraphina rounded on Matteo. “Who is he really?” Matteo sighed. “A complication.” “That’s not an answer.” “He used to be one of ours.” “Ours?”

goodbye, stranger. Tears blurred his vision as Sebastian clutched the journal, curling up in the corner and sobbing. "Christina, please don't go. I really know I was wrong... Did you go to the human world? Take me with you. Please." Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. He dashed out of the room and sprinted to the study, rifling through the pack's ancient tomes and archives, searching for any record of a fated mate's death.