Matthew Bernard Novels & Stories

"Hi. You must be Jonathan." "I am." The tall, gangly fellow with a disturbing comb-over and a bright red pinstripe suit extended his hand. Damon forced himself not to react as he extended his hand. "I'm Damon Bryant. This is my fiancé, Bethany. I'm Matthew's brother." "Lovely! I do believe one of the pieces Matt sent in originally was of you." Jonathan glanced over at Matt, who almost looked ill. "Is that right?"

It made me sick to think that he was so two faced, and even worse, that Damien trusted him. “Ah, Matt, I’ve been meaning to speak to you regarding my new prototype. I have some data I've compiled regarding the inner workings of the prototype and I'll send it over to you tonight.” Damien said. I watched Matt, who’s real name was Bartholomew, carefully as he spoke with Damien.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Harry introduced himself without a shred of modesty. “Puffff…” Matthew choked on a stifled laugh but soon straightened his spine as he too extended his hand introduce himself with a feigned serious expression“I am the unbeaten genius or the master strategist, Matthew Marsden.” “Bollocks….” Harry swore before retorting “Who made you the master strategist?” “Whoever made you invincible.” Matthew shrugged nonchalantly but this bickering of the duo brought a genuine smile to Jerome’s gloomy face “Then I must be the Jerome, the unconquered…Hur…hur…hur…”

I’m too busy stealing glances at Jace and the red-headed woman, trying to decipher what their relationship is. “Something interesting happened at The Mate Matchmaking Bureau a few days ago.” My date wins my interest with that sentence, and my attention snaps to his face. “Oh yeah?” "Uh-huh," Von May Bite grins. “Alpha Lucifer, someone who has been missing for twenty years, suddenly appeared in their matchmaking systems, which is super creepy. The guy is thought to be dead.”

This time, Matthew finally handed me the brown envelope. “This is more than that, Laird. Trust me.” I had known Matthew since we were in Harvard Law School, specifically in the criminal law class. Funny enough, Matthew was more interested in becoming a private detective than in staying a young prosecutor. He always said that his brilliant analytical skills could even crack the lottery system, but I called it gambling addiction. Anyway, Matthew was indeed an expert in analysis and digging up information. To put it bluntly, he was good at tailing people and finding information gaps. He had a knack for influencing people to give him information, and he used his eyes accurately and meticulously.

The answer is "absolutely, sir." "Anderson has never given me a recommendation for you, so I was startled when he did because he usually doesn't. After speaking with Anderson, I already recruited you, so this interview was pointless, but I was still amused by your responses. You are sincere. And I enjoy that. I'm Matthew," he said as he extended his hand to shake. "Let's collaborate moving forward, Ms Walton." When I came to where Alex is, I sawhim holding latte in each hand asking, "Do you prefer hot or cold?"

Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt. Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.

He asked, forcing a smile on his face. "I'm good bro. I called you earlier, didn't I?" "Yes, you did. So what's it about? I'm sure you didn't call just to greet me," Craig said. "I need your help, not just me but this school. You heard of the Matthew news right?" "What news?" He asked, pretending not to have an idea what Jeremy was talking about. "You didn't know? Matthew has left this school as an exchange student. He's no longer here, I thought you knew that? "

Maybe I’m just paranoid. Charlotte POV Sitting here I feel empty.. Creed insisted I had to let him go so I did. I didn’t want to cause anyone anymore pain. What I did to that man replays in my head over and over again. When Creed found me I wanted him to end my life the way I did his. To me I thought it was only far. I’m a monster. I killed someone. Maybe he deserved to die but who am I to decide that? I clung to him for comfort, to feel safe. The overwhelming emotions I felt I couldn’t bear on my own. He held me tight against him not letting me go, his skin against mine calmed the adrenaline that was still pumping inside me. His scent of mint and oak filled my nose, calming me down. Usually