Matthew Bernard Novels & Stories

He had his gaze raised at me and smiled. “Mr. Darius,” he called. I corrected him. “Lucien!” “Okay, Mr. Lucien.” “I’m not a mister. Call me Lucien.” “Okay, Lucien. How are you doing? I thought you were going to ask about my name after telling me yours.” “Your name is none of my business.” I seethed, staring at him. A faint smile played at the sides of his face. “Okay my name is Matthew and I'm your counselor.” He introduced himself and extended a handshake which I ignored blindly.

Or rather, a forced sperm donor. “I’m not hungry,” I grit out now for what feels like the tenth time. He sits across from me in a throne chair. The high walnut back twists into an intricate design of wolves howling up at the moon and the tufted fabric behind his big head is blood red. He looks like a fucking nut trying to live out some weird kingly fantasy. “Starving yourself won’t stop the inevitable, Matilda.”

Matilda kissed Clarissa’s forehead, her eyes slightly watering with tears as she finally stood on the spotlight, in her world, together with her precious daughter. It’s been her dream for years and it finally came true. “I thank you all once again for gracing us with your presence, and to the amazing man sitting across me for making this event possible.” Everyone looked at Nicholas, waiting for him to take over the speech to congratulate his wife but to their surprise, Antoine stood up acknowledging Matilda’s praise. “I guess, everyone knows about Antoine Bernard, my assistant and family. Young and dynamic.” Antoine is a public figure as he was once a world famous botanist at a very young ag

Ella Holden pov Marcus slowed down, wrapping his hand around his length, stroking himself in front of me just to build my need and drive me insane. His eyes looked empty, yet his touch burned fire into my skin. “You should never have stood in front of him. You shouldn’t have talked to him at all. I don’t care if the subject was meaningless or not. That look you shared, that eye contact… it was more than just a cursed coincidence.” He cursed under his breath, frustrated, almost spilling his release.

He still hadn’t touched her, not in the way he wanted but it was still enough to torment Mateo. ***** Bernard threw open the cell door and watched as Isa’s head snapped up at him with defiance. Mateo glared at him as Bernard walked into the cell. “How are my two favorite prisoners?” He asked, grinning at them. “Go fuck yourself with barbed wire!” Isa yelled. “My my such a potty mouth on such a beautiful woman.” Bernard said, grinning at her. “What the fuck do you want?” Mateo demanded. “I think it’s time we make another video. This one is bound to be even better than the last.” He said, turning to Isa with lust in his eyes.

Like that absolves him from being the same sanctimonious Bernardi I’ve always hated. She talks about him like he’s some goddamn hero. Like he deserves her loyalty. It makes my blood fucking boil. Still, I swallow it down and answer. “What, Bernardi? I don’t have time for this shit.” His voice cuts through, low and tight. “Matt’s been tracking Svetlana Bocharov across Eastern Europe. He found some of her plans. Coded notes. Locations. It looks like—” I cut him off cold. “I don’t have time for that useless whore.” Then I hang up.

''Come in,'' Matthias said, the door unlocks slowly and it was Eugene with a file in his hand. ''Eugene?'' He questioned. ''Sorry sir, but uh, you have Bernard here he is willing to speak with you.'' Matthias raised his brows which made Eugene panic. ''Uh, I mean... I don't know, sir, I-I have no idea--'' ''Eugene,'' Matthias interrupted. ''Oh my gosh, I'm getting fired,'' He panicked again. ''Eugene, you're not getting fired,'' Matthias laughed. ''Tell Bernard to meet me at my office by five.''

While Matthew looked relaxed, he was not surprised to respond to Celine's character so lively in front of Marra, and it was confirmed that there were too many stories to be shared even though they were not necessarily crucial to Marra. "We even argued after I learned that Matthew gave Denis your address without my knowledge. He's so annoying." Celine made an annoyed face as she said it. "I feel sorry for that man." Matthew defended himself, and he turned to Marra. "But he didn't do anything bad to you, did he?" Marra was silent. At this point, her soul was shocked, and she had just heard the other side of Denis. Behind his sudden appearance, there were many surprising things behind him.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Andrea couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and caution. Matthew wasted no time in getting to the point. "I've been keeping tabs on Johnson's life, and I know about his betrayal and the subsequent divorce. I also know about your relationship with Alex," he said, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. Andrea exchanged a glance with Alex, unsure of what to make of Matthew's knowledge. "Why are you interested in our lives?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. Matthew leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I have a proposition for you," he said. "I have been working on a project, something that could change the course of all our li

The man was silent as if he did not know how to speak. Hazel asked incredulously. “Have I seen you before? You look very familiar.” “My name is Mathew, I’m a director. If you watch movies a lot, you would know my name,” he said. “Oh, I know you,” Hazel snapped. “My dad loves your movies, but I think your movies are too specialized at a minority of people, and that’s why they’re popular but don’t appeal to the audience …”