Mattheo Riddle Movies Novels & Stories

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.

He glanced down at his own hand as if picturing the image. Leesa swallowed over the knot in her throat. So far, everything he said was the same as she had previously dreamed. “Go on,” she prodded. “Then everything just started dying, and when I looked up, it was like—you know the movie The Matrix where the guy takes the pill and sees how the world really is?” Both Leesa and Rave nodded. It was one of Ralin’s favorite movies, one they had watched numerous times with him. “It was like that without the robots. Even the sky was dark and there was this wind and lightning and then Dad…” Ralin started to tear up. He looked at Rave.

A video opens. Aria watches his expression change before she sees anything. His jaw hardens. His shoulders go rigid. A muscle in his cheek pulses once. Then he turns the screen slightly so Aria can see too. It’s Matteo. Bloody, exhausted, breathing hard. Inside a dim warehouse. Looking straight into the camera. His voice is hoarse, but deliberate. “You think this is over?” Matteo spits. “You think you won?” He laughs—unhinged, bitter.

“From me.” Rafael’s head snapped toward the door, eyes wide for the first time. “Who are you?” The man ignored him. “Mira,” the voice said, softer now. “Open the door. I’ve waited years to see you.” I shook my head violently. “I don’t know you!” “Yes, you do.” Another click. The lock loosened again. “My name,” he whispered, “is Matteo.” Everything inside me broke. Matteo. Cassandra’s cousin.

he begs. Sighing, I sit, picking a thriller to watch. We got our minds wrapped trying to find who the killer was. At one point, we heard a rasp Knock on the door. It was Matteo. He slide into the room, sitting beside me, watching the movie. “We have a bet. Fifty dollars for whoever guess the right killer,” Tony offers. I gasps glaring at him in disbelief. “No way you are going to win against me twice in one night,” I state.

She asks blinking innocently and I scoff. Talk about using what you have to get what you want. "Replaced me already?" Mateo asks, placing a hand on his chest. "No?" She takes few steps to where he was. "Ever since you and Arianna watched mission impossible, I said I wasn't watching any action movie anymore." Mateo lets out a full ass belly laugh, tapping Arianna who was grinning hysterically. They suit each other on my life. "Redd can we?" Ophelia glares at them angrily and

“If you don’t have a house, then maybe you could live in one of the rooms in our castle. We have a lot of empty rooms that you could use and occupy. I promise I won’t tell my mamita.” “No, thanks.” Zarion’s throat bobbed. “That’s not a good idea.” “Why not?” Before I could say anything, he cut me off. “I’m on a quest.” “A quest…” my brows met. “Like a mystery to solve?” He nodded. “I’m looking for the witch that will give me the information about who’s my mate.” Mate? I don’t understand. A witch? I don’t understand either. I’m pretty sure that only exists in fairy tales and fantastical stories.

My heart continued to slam in my chest, tingles rippling through my jaw and face, sending a shiver down my spine. He bent his head to my level, his intense, fiery-hot gaze uncovering my soul. My light brown eyes met his green ones, filled with a mystery that held me together, one that pulled and sucked me in. My eyes grew larger by every second. “Regalia, my mate.” I pinched my eyes closed. He could not have said that. I—I must have only imagined it. He had no reason to say that, but those words wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

His best friend was prone to dramatics, but he guessed he deserved that, after what Ronan had to see. "Ronan, if I was possessed, your necklace is hardly going to exorcize me," Matteo said tiredly. He raised his sleeve and wiped his lips. "It’s made out of cheap gray plastic, not silver. You couldn’t even kill a fish with it, let alone a spirit." "Who died and made you the expert on exorcisms?" Ronan scowled. "I should use this cheap gray plastic to blind myself, after that little performance. Matteo, are you out of your mind?"