Mattheo Riddle Personality Novels & Stories

The kind a person cultivates over years of learning that the less they move, the more other people reveal. He had sharp, unhurried eyes that catalogued everything in the room when he walked in without appearing to look at anything in particular. He reminded me, in a way I couldn't fully articulate, of Kian himself. That same sense of someone who processed everything and disclosed very little. Reina Santos was Matteo's. Portuguese, she told me when she shook my hand, her accent warm at the edges. Compact and precise, close-cropped hair, a small scar above her left eyebrow.

He replied honestly. Faith raised her eyebrow, “Is he anything like Zeta?” She asked next. “Not at all,” He replied. “He is nothing like Aldo or Zeta. He is a good person,” He added softly. Faith doesn’t need to be an expert to understand that Mateo has a soft spot for Kai. She wonders why. She nodded her head slowly before she moved to her next question, “Is he a good person to the people he likes or a good person in general?” She asked.

"What does that mean?" Very distinctly, she cleared her throat. "Matthew, one of the twelve apostles and rumored to be a tax collector. You look like an accountant. If memory serves, Matthew means masculine and gift from God. Translation: You're handsome, sure, but too good for the likes of me." She was as irritating as she was fascinating. "All that off the top of your head, from my name alone?" Tapping her temple, she leaned foreword. "Photographic memory." My jaw snapped shut. "Get out. Seriously?"

he asked, words dripping with contempt. “I think you’re stranded in old ideologies that have no place here and don’t serve anyone. You’re talking about Liam’s past like it’s some kind of curse. You have no idea what you’re sparking!” A fire ignited within me, fueled by determination. “You’re threatening us without cause!” Liam stepped beside me and spoke with newfound steadiness. “I am not a traitor. My mother’s past does not define me.” “And yet, it will ever shadow your every move, whether you would like it to or not,” another elder interjected, his age showing visibly in his gaze. “Your mother was only an Omega.”

“I remember when we built this place.” Elias’s voice carried easily through the thick timber. “I chose that door myself.” The youngest hunter looked at Matthias. “Should we shoot through it?” “No.” “Why not?” “Because it won’t stop him.” Rowan frowned. “Who is he?” Matthias finally turned toward her. His expression carried something she’d never expected to see. Fear. “Genius.” “Scholar.” “Soldier.” “Warden.” He hesitated. “…and your father.”

I couldn't help but notice. Each has its charms and qualities. Theon the hot-tempered twin, my boyfriend. His arms are covered in a snake tattoo and his back had a butterfly tattoo, his ears had to pierce. Matheo, the youngest, the playboy who wants to flirt anytime anywhere, and has a very carefree attitude, and Rameo, the smart and serious type who wears eyeglasses due to poor eyesight and was just in a wheelchair years ago. if it was summed up, this would be it.

It was like this wasn't the same Matteo I knew, like this was a different version of him he kept away from me years ago. They made him look like he's been this way since he was six. Matteo was nothing close to what they stained him as. He was gentle, nice, loving, way caring than any man could be. But here, I was reading the backstory of a born villain. Then, my phone buzzed again, and I checked on it, half expecting it to be Gina. Maybe, she just remembered to say goodnight. Instead, I got a message from an unknown number. I tried thinking and rethinking whose number it was, but no one came to mind.

"Well, I hope my plan is right. Previously, he threatened me with Taylor. I want to make it out of here and check on her." Truth be told, Matthias didn't know whether this was right or wrong. He didn't even know if he'd succeed. All he knew was that he had to survive, and there was something in Dante that gave him the feeling that he could succeed. Matthias had met people from all walks of life. Scheming, backstabbing ones, the ones who pretended to be nice and gentle, etc. He could fairly guess a person's personality. It might not be accurate, but it was better than nothing.

Truly, the young had the courage of lions. Matteo, instead of being upset, merely laughed indulgently. The very sight stunned Emmeline. Matteo was laughing? After she got insulted by this brat who couldn’t even legally purchase alcohol yet?! Unknown to her, Matteo slowly found himself more endeared by this teenager. He shared many facial similarities with Caleb Walton, but unlike his older half-brother, Matteo felt the fatherly instinct to parade him around so that everyone could know how accomplished Carlo was.

“Take your time. They all have different personalities. You need to understand what they like and what they don't like. You're free to walk around and get familiar with the place.” Daniela thanked her then sat on the couch beside the window. She opened the book and started reading. Matteo – The Protective One (Oldest by minutes). Likes: Staying close to his brothers. Building block towers and arranging things in order. Holding hands (especially with Alessio, to reassure him). Dislikes: Seeing anyone cry (he feels responsible to fix it). Strangers touching or talking to his brothers. Being separated from the group (he panics). Quirk: Acts older than he is. Tries to fix things and don't easily