Matthew Crawley Novels & Stories

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

Night Claw Pack is worldwide third in the hierarchy of riches and power after Black Claw Pack and Moon Stone Pack. They have already undergone the traditional rites of the packs. But Nikolai's Mum is a human, and she wants a white wedding as humans do. Scott indulged her wish, and yeah, the wedding is in two weeks. June came back to us two years ago and till now, I'm not sure what happened to her all these years since we lost touch. She didn't say and we didn't want to pressure her. I'm just ecstatic that I'm together with all my girls. It still feels like a dream, and if it's a dream, then I don't ever want to wake up from it.

Evan let his hand drop, then he turned around and walked out of the room. ________________ Chloe stared at her phone which was ringing for the second time that evening and sighed. She knew who was calling. It was Matthew Willis, and for some reason, she didn't want to talk to him. Not today... Not now when her head was filled with thoughts of Timothy. Chloe had met Matthew three years ago at a fundraiser. The fund raiser was supposed to be more pleasure than business, but business was uppermost on the minds of her competition. Matthew worked for Luther Corp and her agency had wanted the company's account, but unfortunately they didn't get it. Felix Greene had, and Evan had not taken it light

Despite his words, he still exited the bathroom, hastily tidying up the room they had disheveled. After cleaning up, Flora donned a bathrobe and stepped out to see him half-lying against the bed's headboard, laptop placed on his legs, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Are you busy?" As soon as she finished speaking, she realized her question was redundant. Matthew was the CEO of S.E.I Corporation, and he also played an important role in his foster father's organization in the underworld. He had disappeared, his obligations paused in one place, awaiting his return to resolve them.

“Huh?” “You would win an Oscar.” He raised his brows, asking me what I was talking about. “You should be an actor instead,” I said, and to my surprise, he threw his head back, laughing. Not a loud one; it was just brief, natural, and… …annoyingly attractive I quickly looked away from him. No. He is not. What am I thinking? I refuse to find anything about Lucas Hayes attractive. Never! “Time for the family photographs!” The photographer clapped his hands, and everyone gathered near the floral backdrop.

I gingerly followed Muriel out the kitchen door and stood in the sunlight, scorching hot on the top of my head, looking between people I’d never seen before. A man with a trimmed, brown beard, long dirty blond hair, and grey eyes loomed over everyone else. He was bigger than Gavin at over six feet tall, bigger than David and Lothair, and wore a look of perpetual displeasure that made me feel like I was an ant. It was tiring feeling so small in front of these Alphas. Everett intimidated me, but some small part of me craved to challenge that fear and meet his eyes. “Muriel, this is Everett March,” Gavin introduced briskly. “He’s the Alpha of Eastpeak. Everett, Muriel Vale. She’s the unicorn th

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

And he never said a word. --- I called Chloe first. "He has another son," I said. "What do you mean another son." "I mean a son. A real son. A twenty five year old engineer named Matthew who lives in Seattle and plays guitar and does not drink coffee." "How do you know this." "A letter." "Who sent it." "I do not know." "Did you ask Damon?" "No." "Why not." "Because I want to see his face when I tell him I know." Chloe was quiet.

I flicked my chin at Alex. He only smirked, unfazed. Like he had all the time in the world. “And don’t you have cases to win?” I motioned at Matthew, I snatched the towel from the bench, dragging it across my face, trying to wipe away more than sweat. Matthew didn’t flinch. “Talking about cases—that’s exactly why I’m here. And I don’t give a damn about your little crash-out.” Typical Matthew Davenport. Always blunt. Always too sharp.

Stop Brandon. Stop I think I should forget her and focus on the work for which I was here. I'm happy about the new deal. It was to be done else I have to come into action for them that would be the last thing anyone would want. ....... Sitting on the couch in the middle of the small living room, Claire's mother was crying hiding her face in her hands. Her slow cry echoed in the room. Matthew saw her crying on entering the house, he was coming back after completing his shift. He was looking all exhausted and tired after his late night shift.