Matthew Shepard Wiki Novels & Stories

"Matthew! Why are you out here I asked him. ' He just stands there looking at me. He took his hands out of his pockets. I saw a shiny object in his hand, oh God, he has a gun! I am going to die tonight at the hands of Matthew, my childhood bully, where I used to live. He's going to shoot me, I am never going to see my family and friends every again, I'm never going to see Wade ever again. I started thinking I would love one more time to see Wade one last time before I die. Please, Lord, if you take me, do not let my family find me dead. I do not want them to see me like that. Has someone found me out here dead? "Why you are doing this, Matthew! I said, scared, I can tell this is not good. I

Seeing that her emotions were once again a little out of control, Emma Richard gently patted her on the back to calm her down. After waiting for the secretary's emotions to stabilize again, Emma Richard finally heard the matter. "Matthew Miller, he is the devil." The secretary seemed very afraid of Matthew Miller, "he kidnapped my mother, and raped me, I did not surrender, he threatened my mother, until finally, I could not stand it anymore, wanted to die with him, but he was lucky, and finally ...... " She said biting her lips, her hand trembled again, "Finally he killed my mother, I was about to go crazy, took a knife and tried to kill him, but it was no use, and finally I was still tied u

Hardin said “She doesn't look like someone who could kill, it's more easier to believe Casper is one because he's bipolar .” Emily said making Hardin smile “Am so scared , is this the secret organization Matthew talked about. Is this the reason I was kidnapped.” Emily questioned “ Casper is a tough guy on the outside but a Softie on the inside , Matthew is a secret agent .” Hardin answered “ This is dangerous , I just want a peaceful life but its not happening right?.” Emily asked Hardin

The kind of arrogance you almost wished you could trust. “Evelyn,” he said, and I didn’t answer. He leaned back slightly, hands resting on the table, calm but alert. “I have something you need to know,” he said. “About Alfred. About the account funding your husband’s campaign.” I folded my arms, resisting the impulse to cut him off. “Go on,” I said. He took a breath. “Mathew Shaw is not working alone. He’s working with someone who is a known drug dealer. Alfred hired me to find out why he received money from that account, why Shaw uses him, and whether there’s a connection that would put you all at risk.”

"Try impossible. Why are you here, Matt? I don't understand." "I think I told you that I've taken a disability retirement from the Air Force, right?" Summer nodded. "Was that real? Were you honestly hurt?" Matt tugged up the hem of his shorts to show the bottom edge of the surgical scar on his hip. "Yeah." Then he turned to show her the collection of angry welts on his back. "Everything I ever told you in the dreams is true. You want my sister or my mom's phone numbers? Hell, look them up. They're in the book. Sarah Warren and Tanya and Mike Stephens, all of Morgan's Creek, Texas."

“He doesn’t know what Rafael’s done. I need to tell him.” “Do you think he’ll forgive you?” “I’m not asking for that,” I said. “I just want him to live.” The first safehouse I checked was empty. The second, half-burned. But the third... I found him. Matteo sat on the back porch of an abandoned villa outside the city. No guards. No backup. Just him, a cigarette between his fingers, a bloodstained shirt, and a half-empty bottle of something sharp resting by his foot.

he leaned forward, “Theft, vanda-” “I don’t need you to tell me what I -” “Finally,” Shapiro leaned forward, “A confession.” I scoffed, “I’m not an idiot.” I ignored them as I began to skim through the file. “Stop wasting our time James,” Ridley pulled away the file from me. “Then do you fucking jobs and get Nick Matthews. He is the murderer here not me.” They laughed again and I stared at them annoyed. Their thick heads were not convinced that a billionaire could be capable of such a crime.

They also knew that she had suffered a lot and even almost died in the past, so they understood that it must not have felt good back then. Matthew indeed did not find this matter recorded anywhere in the system. After all, a woman jumping off a building was not a trivial matter. So, all news about this matter must have been deliberately suppressed and removed, and it was obvious that Rickard must have something to do with that process. ‘Rickard Duval...’ Matthew clenched his fists, and after a while, when he got his emotions and expression under control, he opened the door, and walked into the ward. He knew that Hesper had her own pride, so even he would not be allowed to interfere in her pa

I tried to speak but I couldn't. "Let me give you some water to drink." She gave me a spoonful of water and asked if I wanted more and I nodded since I felt dry through my throat and couldn't talk. After some turns of drinking water, I asked her, "Matt… is Matthew alright?" "Ah! That guy who brought you here. He's waiting outside. Should I call him inside?" "How is he?" "He came with some wounds but he's treated and he's good now. Wait, I'll call him inside."

The first photograph showed two armed men sitting inside a vehicle parked across from the Raphael mansion. The second showed someone taking pictures, and the third showed me walking outside a bookstore nearly three weeks before the attack. The fourth showed me leaving a cafe, the fifth showed me entering Raphael Enterprises. There were dozens more, I slowly looked up “They’ve been following me?” “Yes,” Matthew replied. I flipped through the photographs again, every image captured moments I barely remembered. Matthew watched me quietly, “That night you almost died changed everything.” There was silence in the room for some seconds, then I asked quietly, “For how long?”