Matthew Chapter 26 Novels & Stories

I intentionally disregarded the keywords. Feeling embarrassed, I lifted my leg and intended to kick Helen. However, my leg lacked strength, and it only moved slightly. "Come on, kick me! You can't do it, huh? It's all your fault for prioritizing love over friendship!" Helen laughed heartlessly. Matthew remained silent. He glanced at my neck and smiled knowingly. Turning to Helen, he lifted his hand to pat her head gently and said softly, "Alright, stop laughing like a fool." "Who? You're the fool, not me." Helen immediately shifted her attention.

I couldn't. The very next morning I found myself standing in the trading area. In front of me, Matthew sat with a group of his friends. Each one of them seemed to be showing off their kills from the morning's hunt. As if sensing my eyes on him, Matthew turned his attention to me. Catching my gaze, Matthew handed his keep to one of his friends before jogging to me with a smile. I felt my heart sink as he neared. I felt like there was something else out there pulling me towards it.

Jess always though a melted gold was most regal color ever, it was one of her preferences, but now that color only meant trouble and sorrow to her. “Show us. We want to see what you were going to do.” Matthew said in a deadly tone. Jess barely had time to register what he said, before he pushed her off into Joshua hands. He grabbed Jess by the waist. Jess placed her arms between her and Joshua for distant, but at the end it didn’t help at all.

was the executioner who had driven me off the road. "Ciara..." Mathew stood up slowly, his hands raised in front of him, palms open. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a desperate, fractured panic I had never seen in him before. "I swear to you... I don't remember. I don't have a single piece of that night in my head." "Get away from me," I choked out, my voice cracking as I backed up until my shoulder blades hit the cold brick mantle of the fireplace.

He was too late. ⸻ End of Chapter 26

Marco signal Matthew to do away with the auctioneer, since he's insignificant to him now, there's no use keeping him. “Please…" He pleads was cut short, by Matthew's bullet hitting him straight in between his eyes.

"Boss, your mental condition has always been bad, it's better not to bother about these things, if Madam doesn't know how to cherish, in the future you will meet a woman who knows how to cherish you." "Sherry, bring the porridge over." Matthew sat by the window, his head propped up slightly, looking out in a daze. Sherry stopped talking and hurriedly served the porridge to him. "Did she ask me when she got back last night?" "No." The last glimmer of hope completely crushed, Matthew dropped his eyes and bowed his head to finish the porridge. If you looked closely you could see that his hand was shaking slightly as he held the spoon.

It was time to share the grace and the members started to chorus with me and Matthew who were already holding hands. The grace of thy Lord Jesus Christ. The love of God... As we started saying the grace, Matthew's voice seemed to go low and I dared not take a glimpse at him. I knew he was facing his inner battles. And I could only render help by still holding his hand and giving it a tight squeeze. We exited the church, put on our shoes, and as we prepared to take another step, Matthew nearly fell if I hadn't caught him. "Are you okay?" I ask.

Raymond hisses, his fingers twisting inside Matthew's abdomen. Matthew's screams grow hoarse, and his body begins to shake uncontrollably. "Please...please stop..." he whispers, his voice barely audible. "They're in the church... they're in the church!" Matthew exclaims. "Which church?" Raymond demands, but Matthew remains silent. Raymond removes his fingers again and inserts them again; Matthew screams. "Bethany of Jesus church," Matthew whispers. "See you in hell, Matthew," I say, leaving. I take the scalpel Raymond used and slice Matthew's throat in a clean cut.

Matthew felt his heart thumping from his chest, so hard that he thought it was punching the rope he was tied to. The men went to untie them, but two of the men's string grips caught Matthew and Alexander's arms, and June was forced to follow the leader. Matthew grunted and tried to break free but he couldn't. All he could do was watch June disappear within the crowd, and he was led to a small hut with Alexander where they were both tied to a wooden pole each.