Matthew Chapter 26 Novels & Stories

He realized that to Lihont, he was just a tool, not a person. "I... I understand, Master," Matthew whispered, though his voice was cracked and broken. Matthew slowly got up from the ground, he didn't even glance at Lihont, and he didn't look at Katherine either. He just turned around and stormed out of the dining room. He walked so fast that he almost crashed into Somad, who was hurrying into the room from the other side. Somad was the messenger, and he looked like he had something very important to say. Somad jumped back to avoid the collision and he saw Matthew’s red face and the bruises on his neck. "Matthew? Wait! What happened? What is wrong?" Somad called out, trying to catch his frien

"But it's a lucky stroke that we crossed paths the way we did. I do think we can help each other." "Good. Luna Margaretta also agrees, and we should take some time to talk, you, us, and Daniel Heether and Elizabeth Heether." "I'm not opposed." Matthew returned his attention to his plate, feeling foolish. When had he lost control of everything? Even his own life wasn't in his hands anymore, but in the hands of everyone around him. With a sullen grimace, he pushed his food around his plate, appetite suddenly vanished.

Hello, in these two new chapters you'll see a lot of wavering as Matthew begins to realize that he has developed a non-platonic affection for his best friend. He is so lost, being caught between two women he cannot choose from. I know he will annoy and infuriate many of you with his indecisiveness. Please let me know what you think and happy reading.

“My friend… The one you saw me with in the neighborhood, remember?” Matthew rolled his eyes, like he was having a hard time recalling who I was describing. Like his number wasn’t saved as ‘Brad’ on her phone. Like him being at this same clubhouse out of the numerous ones in the city, was mere coincidence. Matthew was here, and somehow? Mary was nowhere to be found. Pathetic! Funny! Crazy! She must have taken me for a fool. Both of them actually. I gulped hard. “The chubby one?” He asked, after what seemed like a decade.