Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

It’s unspoken, our bond. Like the Moon goddess gave me my soulmate as a best friend and not a mate. Probably she knew I would end up a rogue, so she saved herself the trouble of assigning me to some poor, unsuspecting fool. “Better hope someone picks you…” Cassie’s whiny voice chides me as she walks past. “Better hope I don’t find your ass alone during the Challenge.” Anna shoots back and Cassie scoffs in annoyance. “Gamma Bill would like to speak with you, Matilda.” Harriet says. Her hand rests gently on my elbow, guiding me. “I’ll walk you over to him, if that’s okay?” She offers.

I sit between them, hands wrapped around a mug I forgot to fill. “So,” I say, because someone has to. “Someone want to explain why it feels like I walked into the middle of a story I’m not supposed to know yet?” Matteo’s mouth quirks, faintly. “That sounds about right.” Ezra shoots him a look. “Be careful.” “With what?” Matteo asks. “The truth?” “With him.” I blink. “I’m right here.” Matteo nods. “I know.” He turns to me. “I’m Matteo.”

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.

“A man who’s been observing you for months. Learning your habits. Recording every mistake. And when the time comes, it will take him very little effort to ruin you completely.” “Who are you talking about?” Matteo asked, his voice no longer steady. I didn’t answer. Instead, I signaled to one of my men. He stepped forward and dropped a photo onto the table between us. Matteo’s eyes fell on it. Alessandro. The color drained from his face as he stared, realization crashing down on him like a wave he couldn’t escape.

said Matteo rubbing his forehead he continued " That's what I wanted to tell you this evening , someone has been on a lookout around our territory , I found a cross , a really small one where someone dug up a hole big enough to crawl inside " " And you noticed it just now ?" snapped Aiden his frown matching Matteo's " Its not that I noticed it just now , its perfectly hidden " said Matteo " If not for me tripping on the left over wet soil that the culprit left , I wouldn't have noticed it at all " " Then somebody came in?" " No " said Matteo " I slipped inside the territory " Aiden breathed heavily , though he knew what Matteo meant but he couldn't help but feel severely disappointed by this

Not truly. Not without the dreams—half-formed shapes behind his eyes, voices he couldn’t place, a name echoing like a cracked bell. Matteo. He didn’t know why the name gripped him like a hand around the throat. He hadn’t heard it in years. It wasn’t even whispered in the circles he used to haunt. But now, it was crawling back into his periphery like a virus—appearing in fragments. A slip of conversation. An old contact reaching out and going silent too quickly. A file that disappeared after one click too many.

Matthew said. “How many did he take specifically?” Gon asked. “Out of 1165, they took 816 items.” Theraphosa reported. “That’s a lot. If he consumed all of them, who knows if Mart could even crack him.” Rain said. “Who is Mart?” Theraphosa asked. “Matthew. He came here under a false name to hide his identity. In case you don’t know, he’s the most wanted man in the world right now.” “Lord Matthew is? For what reason?”

Dominco said sighing, Mathew whose mind was reeling from all the thinking he was doing,he was trying to place two and two together but he wasn't getting anything, "How did this person know you,is it a man or a woman?" Mathew asked as the guy on the ground coughed, "That,....what.." cough "I don't know" cough "we talked through mails and his mail handle was daddys princess,so I don't know" Standing on his feets Mathew walked back to his table, "What are you thinking?" Dominco asked standing in front of him, "I don't know but I am having a hunch and I think it's Mae's dad" Mathew told Dominco as his eyebrows went up,

His voice caught, and he swallowed hard, shaking his head. I searched his face for answers, but there was something in his eyes something he wasn’t telling me. Matteo’s fists curled at his sides, the muscles in his jaw ticking. “It’s Ryan,” he said finally, his voice low and edged like a blade. “It has to be. No one else would dare this.” I blinked, stunned. “Ryan? Matteo, that’s… that’s impossible. He's your brother.” His eyes snapped to mine, cold and unyielding.

"See here... You dress poorly but have the aura of a figure of authority. So... Who's gonna go first with the introduction?" ******* As the minutes went by, Mathew sighed, staring at a house, his cap tipped down, sitting behind the driver seat in a taxi with dark shades on. Just then his phone had started ringing, and he had reached for it, seeing Master Rome blinking on the screen. The moment he answered, Rome's voice came through, "What's he up to?" Matthew hesitated for a moment before his eyes flickered to the house in front of him and he responded in a low, cautious tone, "He's inside with the son and mother?"