Matthew Bernard Novels & Stories

His detective eyes scanned me up and down. "I'm Damian, a friend to your mum," I said with a smile. "I knew you had a boyfriend mum, that was why you came late to pick me up from school today," the young man said directing his attention to his mother. I watched as Erica turned all red from feeling embarrassed in front of her son which made me chuckle a bit. I stayed by the door watching her put him to bed. my head was starting to hurt with the streams of thoughts going through it. Is what I'm thinking even possible? I found myself wondering.

"Hello, I'm Megan from the Crescent Moon Pack. And this is my mate Cesar." "Hey there. Thank you all for looking after and protecting my little sister." Bethany steps forward. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Bethany Woods. Mother of the Alpha, and Lily's future mother-in-law." "You guys, this is Alex and Chris, two of the pack's toughest hunters and Jackson's best friends." They both say hi. "And this over here is Alice, Jackson's cousin " Alice steps forward and bows her head to them. "I'll go bring you your spare clothes honey." Bethany excuses herself to get Alice her clothes from the car.

“We have a situation on our hands, and I need to know what we're dealing with. “Gentlemen," Mateo began, his voice low and menacing. "I have some news that I want to share with you all. Bernard, the tracker who worked for us, has been killed. Most of the men who had no idea of the situation gasped and murmured in surprise. His head was delivered to our gate earlier today, accompanied by a sword." Betty’s eyes widened with fear. “So what was the message all about or was it related to this situation?” she whispered underneath her breath scared she might have played a part she wanted out of.

"Please, Adriano! I have a wife! Kids! They don't know anything! Please don't hurt them! Don't you dare touch my family!" "Your family is irrelevant," I said, my voice devoid of any human emotion, a flat, cold statement of fact. "You chose this path. You made this choice and now you pay the fucking price." I looked at Matteo, my eyes giving him the silent command. "Did he give us anything useful? Anything at all about Bernadi's plans? His hideout? The mole's real identity, if he wasn't the main one?" Matteo shook his head, his expression grim. "He's been mostly incoherent, boss. Crying and begging. We haven't gotten anything concrete out of him beyond confirming he's been working with Bernad

Nose a little crooked, like it might have been broken in the past. Very perceptive blue eyes. “My name is Matthew,” he said. “Bernard,” I replied, and extended my hand. His hand was warm and strong, but the handshake didn’t devolve into a squeezing contest. He held my hand just a microsecond too long and when he released it, the room felt a little brighter and warmer. “Well, Bernard,” he said. “You look like a man who is entirely too accustomed to being the smartest person in the room.” There was no malice in his tone, just a disarming frankness.

“Did Lois find something?” Christian hesitated, torn between confiding in Olivia and shielding her from the weight of his discoveries. She had already been through so much with Eunice’s abduction; adding this to her plate felt unfair. “Just more questions,” he said finally, his voice distant. “Matthew had properties under a fake name. He was working with someone named Annette Fournier. And yes, it is the same Annette Fournier that was in my debacle with Carey.” Olivia frowned, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Do you think it’s connected to Eunice’s disappearance?”

“My friend, Mathew.’ The lawyer dipped his head in acknowledgment and I nodded, not at all surprised by his profession. “I know you must have heard a lot about me,” Mathew commented extending his hand toward me. “You are as beautiful as my mom sang.” “Your mom?” I asked in confusion as I shook his hand. “Ma. Greene.’ Damon clarified. Realization dawned as I took Mathew in again and realized why he looked familiar. He was a dead-ringer of Mrs. Carlene and his goofiness didn’t fool me one bit. His green eyes were rather accessing. “I didn’t hear a peep about you,’ I corrected with a straight face and felt a smug satisfaction when the grin on his face disappeared.

Matthew muttered. Continuation Request

Not even 2 minutes later, she replies. Lexi: Bitch I know you’re lying! You don’t even have a job! Me: You’re right. He bought it. I send her a photo I took of Matthew at the restaurant we went to after we viewed our house. He looked smoldering in his business suit and with the way he styled his wavy black hair, it gave a total Patrick Dempsey vibe. Lexi: Well he is certainly nice to look at. Who is he? Me: Matthew. He’s CEO of Christensen Financial Group. I met him a while back and things are going great. He even took care of my Tyler problem.

He looked up at Alexander, his voice betraying nothing. This is thorough," he said, his voice calm and professional. "Whoever put this together knows what they're doing. Bernard," Alexander said, "my current counsel has been chasing these leads for months. Any luck? None. Every trail goes cold and every account closes the moment we get close." Alexander leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Mathieu's face. "That's why I need you. Bernard is good, but he doesn't know the players the way you do. He's just law, but you're Law and Businessman built in one.