Mattheo Riddle Personality Novels & Stories

His movement was soft and before I knew it, I calmed down. “My mother did this to calm me when I was little,” he said. “In most cases it worked wonders.” His voice was gentle, and his hand didn’t stop its rhythmic movement. I was getting used to the soft side of Matteo, which I didn't know if it was a good thing or not. The man was so full of contradictions. A tender barbarian. Some days he was rough, others he was kind and gentle. The perfect way to describe him. Dangerous, imperious, intolerant of any defiance, but at the same time so caring and delicate.

“Someone inside.” Of course it was someone inside. The question wasn’t who. The question was why. “Who’s unaccounted for?” I asked. “Three guards. One advisor.” Niko paused. “Matteo.” Matteo. A low-level advisor with barely enough spine to stand upright. Quiet. Forgettable. The kind of man who blended into walls. The kind of man who made the best traitor. “Pull up his history,” I ordered. The screen filled with Matteo’s personnel file.

I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, and nothing came out—just a strangled sound that wasn't even close to a real response. "Uh... well, he’s... he’s a very private person, Matteo. He likes... business. And he mostly eats... traditional meals. Like, meat. Rare meat." Matteo’s frown deepened. He placed his fork down with a loud clink and looked at me with pure skepticism. "What kind of answer is that? You're his mate, Leah. Why are you answering me like you don't even know the guy? You sound like you read his biography on Wikipedia.”

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,

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.

"What?" "Yes, she is the mother of Stefan, her soul was shifted into that woman and now, her time to go back is here, that is the reason she is desperate to make you meet Stefan.' "Have I met Stefan? The stranger that is in the castle is Stefan, right?" "Yes, he is Stefan." "Then why is he lying that he doesn't..." "He is not lying, he had no idea that he is your mate..." "He did kiss me."

My eyes widened from shock when I listened to that conspiracy planned by both the Queen Mother and Hela, and that's when mom said, "I'm wrong; I shouldn't have trusted this despicable Wilson. All those years I thought I had got rid of Rita's curse, but now she's after me." I went down a little with my body, looked through the door opening, and saw Hela's forehead narrowing. Then she asked her insistently as she grabbed Ritchie's hand to pull her with her towards one of the sofas and sit next to her, "No, Ritchie... I don't like puzzles; it seems you hide a lot. Tell me what is going on in your head. After all, our interests are shared." I listened to my mother answer her hesitantly. "What ri

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

That got his attention. “I mean, think about it,” Matteo continued, faster now. “I’m quick, sneaky, obviously a natural at stealing stuff—accidentally or not. I could be useful. You need someone on the ground? Someone who doesn’t look like a threat? That’s me! Matteo Rossi. Professional underdog.” He waited. The man’s gaze was unreadable. “Okay, I’ll admit,” Matteo said, voice faltering, “I may have overplayed the confidence card. But I learn fast. I’m like a stray cat — I land on my feet, I’m hard to kill, and I hiss at people when cornered.”

he muttered his eyes trained on Nate, the kid was fiddling with his fingers on his thighs, Matteo could feel the nervousness oozing out of him, drinking in his facial features, his hair was dark brownish, like evening wet dust, with his pale face adorned with small dark spots and his lips, those almost invincible skin that rested on his face, his brown eyes looking away and around the room Matteo could understand why Spade found him interesting, he could see how the kid was able to catch Spade's attention this much. With the amount of innocence he radiated, it was easy to catch anyone's attention. The fact that he was clueless to almost anything going on around him, and the nervousness and f