Novel & Cerita Matthias Helvar

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

Everything flowed at an unhurried pace, as though that were precisely how it was meant to be. Lysander let out a short breath. “I heard you’ll be travelling to Helvarn.” “That's correct,” Yoren replied. “In ten days.” Lysander nodded once. “That's a bold move.” “A necessary one,” Yoren corrected. A faint smile curved Lysander's lips. “Helvarn is not a territory that can be easily subdued.” 'I have no intention of doing so,” Yoren answered flatly. “On the contrary, I merely intend to ensure that the long-obstructed route can be reopened.”

I watched Matthias's face as he read it, the controlled stillness sliding into something sharper, something I'd learned to recognise as the specific quality of his attention when a new variable had entered the picture without warning. He looked up. He looked at me. "What does it say?" I said. He held my gaze for a long moment before answering, and in that pause I felt the whole shape of the last several months gathering itself again, the quiet before something arrived to disturb it, the particular weight of knowing that peace, however real, had never been the end of the story. "He says his name is Dorian Voss," Matthias said. The library went very still. I sat with the name.

“ Come on, let’s have lunch and you can taste some of the wine we produce, “ Viv said. I squealed internally and followed after her. “ What is the name of your wine company? “ I asked Viv on the way back to the mansion. “ Oh, it’s Le allettante. Have you ever heard of it? “ She asked. My mouth was hanging open and my eyes were wide. Of course, I had heard of it. It was one of the most successful wine brands in the world. Having nothing to say, I nodded my head. We had lunch alone at the huge dining table. I refrained from asking where Nikolai was and convinced myself that the less I saw him the better. After a few glasses of wine, I was tipsy and I decided to head to my bedroom. I took a nap

I hate how well he knows me. And I still literally know nothing about him. “Yes I am okay. You know what they say: new minute, new me.” “Literally no one in the history of this universe has ever said that.” He says as my mouth falls open at his words. “Soccerates said that right before he died!” I exclaim, confidently. “Socrates and no and no.” He replies calmly making me purse my lips. He sucks. “Odyssey said it.” “That’s a poem.”

"Hello! How's it going?" "I did it. Matthias is fifty years old. He is an outstanding invisible investor. He has a number of shares in the city center under his name, and his estimated assets are around five billion. He is currently living in a villa in the city with a low profile, and his ex—wife passed away seventeen years ago. Now, he has married a second wife by his side, and they have a daughter." Cassius's eyes flashed with shock, "His ex-wife passed away? Are you sure?"

"Matthias tells me you've been spending time in the healing house." I glanced at Matthias. He had not looked up from his food. I nodded at Alexei. "Are you good?" he asked. Not performing curiosity. Actually asking. I thought about it honestly and then tilted my hand — more than I expected to be. Alexei smiled. "Vera runs a tight operation. Best healer in three territories, not that she needs anyone telling her that." He took a bite and considered. "Did she give you the speech about proper herb storage yet? She gives everyone the speech about proper herb storage. It takes forty minutes and there are diagrams."

Said the troll elder as he moved forward towards the rolling rocks. While Tia was still looking at the trolls rolling down the hill, roots from and trees uprooted. While she was still looking at that they covered the whole house covering every opening there was. “Bloody Matias!” said Tia irritated, Matias was one of the powerful wizards from the North, he was stubborn and always believed in conspiracy theories. She was not surprised that he was swayed by the seer, the man is good with words.

otherwise he would have given up that information to get me out of this. "You truly believe that? What are you willing to bet on that?" Varian asks softly, raising a brow. My mouth presses closed, a nauseating ache deepening in my stomach. I can't be certain my father doesn't know anything — I'm merely hoping he doesn't.But he is Matthias' war advisor, and he has proven to me many times before that he also acts as his confidant. "Didn't think so," Varian says after a tense length of silence. "What will it be?"

The black veins on his neck receded, and the terrifying crimson glow in his eyes faded back into a soft, calm green. We stayed like that for several minutes, wrapped in each other's arms in the freezing, dark arena, the absolute silence of the room punctuated only by our synchronized breathing. I felt entirely safe in his hold, a realization that terrified me far more than his demonic nature. Slowly, Timothee loosened his grip, allowing me to pull back slightly so I could look up at him. His face was pale, sweat dampening his dark hair, but his breathing was normal again.