Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

The life of a young teenage girl named Sarah takes a new dimension when she started having some strange nightmares after her grandfather died a year after he moved in with her family.The mystery behind his death is yet to be unravelled as he was still an agile man when he died.A woman named Blake who was Sarah's mother and a nurse also felt the death of his father was not natural when she discovered two of her patients who also died the same way her father did had the same tattoo at the back of their necks just like her father.As Blake digs into her family's past,she stirs up a whirlwind of discoveries.Will she be able to find the answers she desperately needed and also solve the riddle behind her daughter's nightmares?.

"Stop... Don't! I'm already at my limit!" I'm on my knees on the floor, tears streaming down my face, while a shirtless man stands in front of me with a leather whip in his hand. His voice stays gentle, but his movements never slow. "Babe, we're only halfway there." After I come back from the dead, I spend 80 million dollars hiring the most expensive male model in all of Navarro to spend the night with me. With that kind of money on the table, the service absolutely lives up to its price. He pulls out every trick I've never tried in my life. The next morning, I'm sitting astride him, using him as my morning workout, when suddenly there's one more person in the room. My husband, the Don of a mafia family, Leone Vieri.

Vesa Araya never understood the reason why his biological father, Valentino Araya, threw him to London, England. What Vesa knew, since he was a child he lived with his grandparents in the country. While his father settled in Indonesia. The father only visited him to England once a year and he forbade his son to go to Indonesia.  One day, Vesa, who could no longer stand his curiosity, decided to go to Indonesia to meet his father. How shocked he was when he found out that his biological father was a very famous billionaire.  If Valentino was that rich, why did he let his son live in poor in England? And why did it seem as if Valentino didn't want people to know where his son was? What exactly was Valentino hiding from his son? Could Vesa get the answers to the riddle?  -A Sequel to he Hidden Billionaire-

I ordered a vampire online—Adrian. Hot, aloof. He was supposed to be my bodyguard and live-in housekeeper. But he was always staring at my neck like he was starving. Fangs popping out, eyes glowing red. And he was always walking around shirtless, wearing nothing but an apron. When I tried to stop him, he’d look all hurt and ask, "You don't like it?" "But you're blushing." I didn't know what to do, so I messaged customer service. They suggested, "You could form a bond with him. He'll be more obedient." So I did. But I had no idea I was forming a two-way mate's bond instead of a one-way master-servant bond. The night we bonded, he climbed into my bed, eyes glowing red. He licked my skin, hungry, grinding against me desperately and begging, "Master, just one bite, please? I'll make you feel so good..."

River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule. But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment… and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen. Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it. Now she’s armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting. But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules… and a past that’s more complicated than his cocky charm lets on. What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos? Let’s just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken.

Haunted and tortured by her past and living with the belief that her mother is dead, Kaitlyn navigates a world where only 500 years ago an ancient race declared war with the warriors known in Asgard as the Valkyries. Now in the present those same whispers are resurging with deadly precision. Kaitlyn must now embark on a journey with her girlfriend Samantha, and her sisters Olivia and Brittany, along with the assistance from another person, to uncover the truth about not only her past--but also learn how to prevent the extinction of her fellow Valkyries as they get caught up in the midst of the Olden War. In order to survive, she will have to call on not only her physical abilities but others as well as she decesdends deeper into the Darkness--a dark and troubled web of lies and deceit in order to solve the riddle of her dark and troubled past. But there's also something that she must ask herself. Just how far will she allow her trust to go, before she can't trust anyone ever again?

"Eighteen point eight centimeters," I said, pushing my oversized tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of my nose. "According to your anatomical data, that is the estimated length of your private parts, Matteo. I can get results without entering a laboratory." The soaking wet, shirtless, and absolutely furious mafia boss standing before me was rendered utterly speechless for the first time in his life! Nova was a genius cybersecurity programmer who suffered from social anxiety, despised human touch, and perceived the world solely through mathematical formulas.Her only dream during her vacation in Crete was to lie down and sleep on the calm waters inside her pink strawberry inflatable tube. However, the sea surface currents had drafted a fatal algorithm for her. Drifted out into the open sea, Nova found herself aboard the luxury yacht of Matteo—a mafia boss notorious for his cruelty in international waters, possessing a V-taper physique that was illegally flawless. Was she to hold the hand of this ruthless man to avoid drowning, or become shark bait? This was exactly how one became the fake wife of a billionaire mafia leader!

" I should kill you. Shoot right in that head," Damiano stopped letting the cold metal drag along her temple. " which betrayed me." he hissed, fixing the barrel of gun on her forehead. Raging blue clashed with guilty green ones. " then do it." ------------------------------------ One rule that was clear to Damiano Pietro that the punishment of traitor is only death. But what will happen when he will fell in love with the one. One rule that was clear to Claudia Riddle that she shouldn't fell in love with the one she was sent to destroy but what will happen when her target become the centre of her world... He was the cold hearted and ruthless person and he lived up to his tittle but then SHE dared the only one to crumble his wall which surrounded his cold heart and cocoon it with the warmth of her love yet She was the one who clawed at it mercilessly and let it bleed without a single remorse... She was brave and cunning who would have embraced death with a mocking smile gracing her lips but then HE was the only one who made her flinch by the mere look in his eyes yet he was the one who made her feel safe just by being beside her........... "OPPOSITE ATTRACKS" they both altered the meaning of these two words by all means .... Secrets will expose, hearts will break and war will definitely happen.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.