Matthew Bernard Novels & Stories

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

His friend has been acting weird since they came out of the car. Nate hesitates. What he is going to say would shock his friend. “Come on, man, whatever it is you can tell me,” Dylan encourages, his expression earnest. Nate lifts his face to meet Dylan’s eyes. “She is my mate.” Dylan’s brow knots into a confused frown. “Meredith. She is home. Remember, dude.” Nate shakes his head. “Meredith is not my mate. The deputy is.”

EXTRA within an EXTRA, EXTRACEPTION: Mathew: .... Mathew: So.... I'm getting the babies soon? Jeremy: =_=

"Derek? Derek who got another woman pregnant? Derek who humiliated you in front of everyone? You've already cheated with his father. What's the difference from Anita?" I wanted to argue, but he was right. I had already stepped too far into this darkness. There was no turning back. "Besides," Matthew continued, his hand beginning to creep from my waist to my thigh, "I need insurance. I need something to make sure you won't threaten me. I've seen too much. I could destroy all of you—Nathaniel, Derek, and you—with one phone call to the media." "What do you want?" I asked again. Matthew smiled. "First, I want money. Five million dollars. Transferred to an overseas account I'll give you. Second,

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Elder Mathew began, glancing at the others, who confirmed his words with a nod. “It’s been more than a month since then, and we,” he pointed to himself and the others without taking his eyes off me, “would like to know from you whether you have found your mate or made up your mind to make Seraphina your Luna.” A growl rumbled in my chest at the mention of her. My Beta placed a hand on my leg, calming me down. I guess it was time I told them about Ruby and let them know my decision. “I found my mate.”

__________________________________ As Mathew sat behind his desk,the only noise one could hear was the tapping of his nails on the desk as he tried to hard to concentrate on work and not on all the stories about Mae's past,he was definitely going to be the one that will murder her father,he was not ready to get her hands dirty for someone that was not worth it,first of all he needed to find him and get rid of him before he came for her,and to do that he was going to need all the help he could get and that was Dominco, picking up his phone from the table he dialed Dominco's number and in one ring he picked up, "Mathew called,let me guess you need something what is it?" Dominco said over the p

That person had also told her to record the whole process. Naturally, it was Matthew’s idea to record the process. Matthew hired that lady as he had two strings to his bow. The first goal was to steal Michael’s sperm, and the second goal was to record Michael sleeping with another lady. Then, Matthew would send that video to Serena to make her feel disgusted. It was an act of revenge for Christina.

I see Damian clenching his fist together, tapping his foot impatiently, and making agitated movements in the back seat. “Damian. Did they say anything to you when you were captured?” He doesn’t answer me. “Damian, I need you to speak to me. What did they say to you?” “I have nothing to say, Arthur. My mother was killed right before my eyes. All I want to do now is to kill those motherfuckers.” He tells me in a cold, hard tone. This is the kind of anger that I need from him. He will do anything to support and take down our enemy and his mother’s killer, Dr Reyes.

Anomalous Capital Variance Detected. The internal auditing department at Vassal & Bane wasn't a standard corporate accounting office; it was the highly secured filter that kept the firm's multi-billion-dollar laundering conduits invisible to the federal government. The man running that filter was Mathew West, a notoriously rigid, hyper-analytical chief auditor who operated like a machine. If Mathew detected a variance, it meant he had found the footprint of my newly acquired twenty-five percent cut or, worse, the ghost trail of Christopher’s maritime cartel.