Mattheo Riddle Wattpad Possessive Novels & Stories

I can feel his eyes on my legs; he knows I have nothing underneath the shirt, and he makes me very aware of that fact. "Wonders never cease, an old money heir that likes cooking!" He announces. "Well, the heir is chained to a new money bastard that's terrorising her life." I retort, and he laughs. "Careful, cara, I could fuck you for that." Oh god...why is he so crass? Matteo’s pantry is empty, seriously empty. He only has flour, sugar, salt and a stray packet of yeast covered in dust, and looks like it should have long expired, but it hasn't, by two weeks. As for his fridge, it has eggs and milk.

Isabella’s POV The ticking clock was the only distraction amid the peaceful night. The mansion’s lights were dimmed, and everyone at home was asleep. The growing assumption in my heart kept me awake as I tried to solve the puzzle in my head. I should solve it, but I feel like I can’t because the actual puzzle is what’s between us. From the very time I met Matteo, I knew that he was not an easy person. He has this power within him that cannot be deformed or destroyed. He has his own gravity that makes him independent in any way. He is indestructible.

“Because he thinks I’m fragile.” “I think you’re volatile,” I correct. “Same difference.” “No, it’s not.” Matteo sets the extra cup down and looks between us. “What happened?” “Dreams,” Aidan says. Matteo’s attention sharpens instantly. “What kind?” “Doors.” That single word is enough. Matteo’s jaw tightens. “How many?” “A lot.” “Open?” “Some.” “Did you step through?” “No.” Matteo exhales slowly.

“Hmm?” “I need you to know that I am just waiting for you. Waiting for you to bloom free. I have been tirelessly patient. A little wait now wouldn’t be a problem.” Amanda dipped her eyes on the floor, a quirk on her brow briefly appeared. “What are you talking about Matt?” Riddles. Why do most of the handsome men she had come across give that? “Your mother said that I’ll just need to be patient, ” Matteo replied in a sure tone.

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

Matthew muttered. Continuation Request

“Only… only you.” Mateo’s smile was dark, predatory, and triumphant. “Good,” he murmured. “Because tonight… I will show you exactly how much I own you. And by the time I’m finished, no one in your life will dare challenge that—not Tyler, not anyone. You belong to me. And I intend to make sure you never forget it.”

The clasp opened with a soft click, revealing a carefully rolled scroll within a protective casing. I unfurled it slowly, gasping as the Moonlight Heritage Embroidery was revealed—the very piece I had dreamed of bidding on. The forest scene under moonlight seemed almost alive, with subtle pack symbols hidden within the design that only those with knowledge of ancient werewolf lineages would recognize. A quiet realization settled over me: Ethan must have bought both pieces. One to honor Victoria Silver under his own name, the other under the united names of mate and Luna, to be delivered to Eleanor Morgan.

"Look at him. He doesn't even know who I am anymore. It's almost as if he's not himself. The warmth in his eyes, the way he looks at me . . . it’s completely gone." Susie chews on her lower lip, leaning against my vanity. "Florence, there's no spell strong enough to make a wolf forget his fated mate. The bond is deep in the blood. For all you know, he's pretending. Maybe he's trying to protect you from something, or maybe he’s just being a massive jerk."

he asked. “My mother.” I replied. Both men waited for me to continue. “She loved riddles.” I smiled faintly despite everything. “When I was little, she would hide birthday presents behind puzzles,” I said. Antonio chuckled, “So Mrs. Raphael raised a detective.” he said. “No.” I traced the triangle again, “She raised someone who learned to stop looking at what was obvious.” I said. Matthew folded his arms, “Find the missing property.” he ordered. Antonio immediately picked up his tablet. Minutes later, his fingers froze over the screen, “Boss.”