Mattheo Riddle Movies Novels & Stories

Grandmother entrusted a whole lot of things with Mateo and now could it have been possible that the same Mateo killed her? Rielle opened her eyes abruptly on hearing someone call out her name, She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and stepped out of the bath tub. She tied a robe around her body and used a clean face towel to clean her face. She walked out of the room and walked downstairs the stairs, She paused on seeing who it was. Demetrio Reigns.! She continued to walk down the stairs until she stood right in front of him "What are you doing here?” She asked and he shrugged "I came to see you, Is that wrong?” He says while his eyes bore into her eyes

I smiled through clenched teeth, looking up to find them peering into my eyes. “I think we should discuss the real issue,” my mother said. The black rim around her eyes sent a sympathetic pang through me and I stomped on it furiously. They got themselves into this mess and somehow I was responsible for solving it. Typical. My father withdrew a tiny necklace from his pocket and handed it to me. I took it in my trembling palms and stared at the expensive looking jewelry. It was a golden filigree and sparkling grey diamond encrusted it. Inside it, I saw something that gave me a pause. It was a red dot simply looked like a design at first glance. Until I saw it getting bigger.

"Before you say anything, Matteo came to me last night and he told me the ritual isn't what Ezra says it is, he says it's a trap." Lucas's face darkened. "I know."

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

As soon as we walked in, the owner recognized us and came over with a big grin. “Hey, Emily! Out for dinner with Aden again?” Aden’s body went rigid, and Ivy’s face immediately darkened. She tightened her grip on his hand like she was making a point. The owner looked between the three of us, eyes darting to Ivy and Aden’s joined hands, trying to figure out our relationship. Aden cleared his throat. His voice lowered as he glanced at me, trying to explain himself. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not her mate, Aden. I’m James. Emily is my…”

Like glass left too long in a fire, beautiful until it just… cracked. “I’m done holding back,” Matteo finally said. I looked up from the blueprints spread across the table. “What are you saying?” He didn’t answer right away. He just walked over, placed Rafael’s video message in the center of the table, and hit play again. His brother’s muffled cries filled the room. Everyone flinched. “This—” Matteo pointed at the screen, “—this is the line. The last f*cking line.” No one argued. Not even me.

Riley asked and I nodded "Yeah sorry, I spaced out for a bit" I murmured and they nodded "so what movie are we watching?" "Dunkirk" Monica replied and the guys rolled their eyes marking me chuckle. I heard about the movie, its based on world war 2 I think and it has that guy from one direction in it. Heard it's supposed to be good and I'm sure Bennett would be happy to go see since he has talking about it ever since it was first mentioned. I heard him once talking with his friends in school before I knew we were mates that he couldn't wait until it came out and as of now I don't think he's seen it yet and I hope he hasn't yet because then it's suck because I wanted to see it with him.

I asked. He looked at me, eyes unreadable. “Now we see if the truth still wants to live.” Final Scene The screen glowed, casting light across our faces — and then, from the shadows behind the altar, another figure stepped out. Mateo. Not a projection. Not a ghost. Real. Breathing. Smiling. “Did you really think,” he said softly, “you could rewrite what I’ve already perfected?” Amara drew her gun. Luca reached for his. But Mateo was faster — pressing a remote to his heart.

A feeling of having no control, not thinking what’s right or wrong. The room was dark as I entered. A ray of light peeking in the room. As I approached a bit further, I saw a chair, with a man sitting on it. His hands were tied. Two more silhouettes were standing beside. One of them was Raven. “He is the one. The professor.” he informed me. My eyes were glued on the man sitting confusingly on the chair. “What’s his name?” “Matteo. He is Italian, actually. He just got the job and -,”

Right there, my mind started doubting whether Rafe had realized his mistake and was back for a second chance. “This is the exact thing you should have done when you found Amanda’s corpses.” Rafe scolded the police chief while still focused on the screen. I couldn't stop glancing at Rafe, so engrossed in the CCTV footage being shown to him. And though I wanted to take my eyes off him even for a second, my heart couldn't allow me to so I found myself admiring him and wanting to go close to him. I seriously needed to be comforted at that moment, to be hugged, and Rafe is the only one on my mind.