Matthew Espinosa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Issac I wear my fabric hand wraps, feeling a thrill run down my spine. I can't wait to step onto the mat with her. I fucking love the anger in her eyes. I can eat it up. She makes the beast inside me alive, and I love it. I love how I find the similar tinges of madness in her. "Aren't you a little too excited for your duel?" Mateo questions. "I would be a fool if I didn't. It's going to be against Aurora Rose, the girl who became the buzz overnight."

"If you need... anything. Protection. Answers. I'm here." His words hung heavy, laced with unspoken promises. Aurelia's pulse raced, her body betraying her with a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted to push him away, but the mate bond, unseen and unfelt by her, drew her closer. "Thanks," she whispered, meeting his gaze. In that moment, the fractures in her world felt a little less sharp, even as new tensions brewed.

I spin and start in her direction. I am out of the hospital by the time I catch up with her, I reach out and grab her arm and spin her around. I cup her cheek when she is facing me. “You're my mate.” The sparks where our skin touches feel like fireworks shooting up my arms. I inhale at the feeling it is so much more than the sparks created by the bond that I have from marking Elena. That thought brings sadness to my chest. Spencer pushes away from me. “You are completely delusional. Here just so you will get the point. I, Spencer Sanderson…”

The owner of the voice took Mateo’s name which made Evelyn’s ears to perk up. “ Mateo “ The owner of the voice was …………… Jessica . One of the popular girl of her campus and somewhat her ………… competition too. Evelyn’s eyes met hers who was dressed up in a black short skirt with a black tight off shoulder crop top . Her blonde hairs tied up in a pony tail. Looking at the girl , made Evelyn sick. She was never on good terms withs with Jesica. “ what the fuck are you doing , Mateo “

I hissed. "You're red! Eloíse Espinoza are you in love with this guy?" Olivia asked me. "What?!" She said just pretending to be offended. But I knew very well how to change the course of the conversation, she loved to tell news. "And you huh? João told me about you and Matheus..." I said, she threw herself on the bed whimpering. "He finished!" She said. "Hi?! But you guys just... You know." I said stunned.

I sniffed and leaned my head on his shoulder to get back at Vance for enabling that bitch. Vance’s eyes caught mine and he awkwardly pushed Esme aside before approaching me. This time, I let him remain at my side so that I could drown him with my ferocious glares. He remained silent, his eyes communicated his emotions of sorrow, regret, and longing. “You came with Wade,” I noticed that Matt was very cordial with Wade clinging to his side. He nodded, half smiling and said, “The mate bond is mystical and magnetic. He’s a nice guy and we are hanging out to see if I could ever get comfortable. He’s gay but this is new for me.”

I walked over to Alex, clinging to Elsa like a koala bear, and tried to help him up. "Don't touch me!" He shouted, flinging my hand off him quickly. There was disgust in his eyes. It made my throat tight, making it hard to speak. "Alex, your future Luna is here. Get up, you need to go," one of them said uncomfortably, trying to wake Alex. "Future Luna? You mean Aria? She’s not my future Luna. She’s just a friend. There’s no way she’ll ever become my mate," he said, casually—like those words didn’t crush everything I had been holding onto for years.

Despite his disheveled state, he seemed to have gained a bit of composure. “Love. Shannen is going to tell us about Ora,” I told him. Shannen sits on the floor in front of us and tells us how they are the best of friends and how they often have sleepovers. How Ora studies with her mate, Matty. Whom we discover is Jasper’s son, Matthew.

“Everyone who gets close to me ends up dead or haunted. I don’t know how Tony died, not really, but I saw things before it happened. And Layla—Layla’s blood is on my hands, too.” Matthew didn’t flinch. He looked right at me with the kind of calm that wasn’t human. The kind that made you wonder if he knew something you didn’t. “I’m not going anywhere.” “You should.” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand was warm. Steady. The only steady thing in a world that had gone off-axis. “Eztli, I’m staying.” I didn’t believe him. Not really. But for a second, I wanted to.

It was a rare moment, one that caught her off guard, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Vincent than she had ever given him credit for. “Matt is what Mama, Mama Cherry, and Mama Selya call me. My classmates call me Matthew. But on paper, I’m Vincent Matthew M. Del Carmen,” the child said, his small voice filled with innocence and clarity. Matthew looked up at Vincent with bright eyes, unaware of the storm of emotions his words were stirring. It was a simple introduction, yet it carried so much weight. Isla could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken questions that hung between them. She wanted to protect Matthew from the complexities of the past, but in that moment, th