Mattheo Riddle Movies Novels & Stories

Silence crashes down after I sit up and push them away, and I realise to my irritation that each of them is staring at me in a different way. Rhett’s on all fours with his chest heaving and his eyes burning gold, wide with awe and terror. He looks like he belongs in one of the Brothers Grimm fairytales...like something that should’ve stayed buried. Matteo’s mouth is open, the words that he was speaking broken off and stuck on his tongue as his blade dangles forgotten at his side. He stares at my chest like he’s trying to find the bullet hole that isn’t there anymore, and the blood that should be flooding out. Yet, he finds nothing.

Kilian asked, gasping for breath. "I have no clue. My chest is on fire, it feels like I'm burning up inside," Milan replied. "I feel the same way too," Kilian gasped. "How can two of us feel the same way? What connects us both?" Milan asked. "Mate," they chorused in unison. Mate is in danger! Kilian's wolf cried. She's a murderer. How many times will I tell you about this? . Mate didn't murder your father, his wolf snapped.

Myra could feel the hostility rolling off Matteo the moment he locked eyes with Draven. “Calm down,” she said quickly. “He’s… umm… m-my fath…er.” The word finally left her mouth. Matteo froze. Shock flashed across his face as he turned from her to the man standing by the table. He had ginger hair and similar eyes. There were some resemblances if he really looked. But still— “Are you sure?” Matteo asked, frowning. “He might be an imposter. Does he look like a middle-aged man to you? He could have ulterior motives.”

He tilts his head a little, eyes tracing my face, drifting to the first box still closed, then to the sea glass pendant in my hand. “If he just wanted revenge,” I go on, twirling the necklace between my fingers, “Matteo should’ve been the one getting a surprise package, not me. Well, maybe.. me with my husband’s head in a box. Or his fingers. You know, the classics done by traumatized men with too many weapons and not enough therapy.” Something twitches in Jared’s jaw. Almost like he wants to smile but decides his life is still worth keeping. “Matteo is alive,” he says finally, flat.

"It wasn't a mistake. It was bait. I wanted to see how fast you’d get here. Turns out, ten minutes. A new record for you." Matteo chuckled, a low sound that sent a strange vibration through Noah’s body. He brought his face close to Noah’s ear, making his warm breath felt against the young man’s sensitive skin. "Death is too easy for you, Noah. Too fast," Matteo whispered with a tone thick with ominous promises. "I have other plans for the 'usefulness' of this brilliant little brain of yours. You’ve opened the door to my house, so now, you are my responsibility."

For the first time, Luke will be leaving Laguna. He looks back at his mother, sewing under a Jamaican Cherry tree just outside their house. They round the bend and slowly his mother disappears from sight. The village seem to pass along, the houses, the fields and trees, people hanging their clothes and tending to their garden. As if time hasn’t passed, he and his father reach the end of the village – the farthest Lucas has ever gone before. The cart hits a bump in the path and bounces making his heart feel even more uneasy. As they reach the indicator that the village property has ended, he closes his eyes expecting some sort of barrier to prevent him from going out.

I’m the man who sets the corner on fire. And Matteo? He might still have Eli. But he just gave me something better. A revelation.

Ardan PoV The day started with Draven standing at my door with his face as hard as stone. In his hand, he held a tiny, black book that contained his riddles and diagrams. I gestured towards the door, signalling him to come inside. “You look like hell,” I said sadly, pointing at the chair on the other side of the desk. “I’ve been having visions again,” he stated uncomfortably. The gravity of the situation was evident in his tone. “It’s about the relic.”

Mathew asked, tone infuriatingly reasonable, as though he hadn't just orchestrated an entire evening around this exact reaction. Silius rounded on him, glaring so hard it was a small miracle Mathew didn't combust on the spot. "What's wrong, you ask?" He lowered his voice into a furious hiss, leaning in so the people in line couldn't hear. "It's a feeling R-18 movie." Mathew's grin only widened, sharp and delighted. "Isn't that exciting?"

Grandma said that she was getting really old and still wanted to know different places. So therefore I'll just send her videos to surprise her. Besides she wanted me to make children before she died so she would be very happy. After watching the movie, I fell asleep on the sofa dreaming about what my kids would look like at the age of six. Running around in play felids while Daddy and I chase after them. Playing hide and seek until we are too tired to walk anymore. Suddenly Matteo walked into the dream with a serious expression telling me to don't trust anyone around me. He made me confused. When I went to ask him what he meant he disappeared again.