Matty B Now Novels & Stories

Since Matty lost his fertility, he became even crazier. His mind was completely twisted. He kept imagining how he would torture Frederick and the people close to him. There was a sick look of satisfaction on his face. This was when he heard footsteps approaching. Danny and Woody walked in one after the other. "Matty, how do you feel?" they asked simultaneously. Matty laughed loudly when he saw his father and grandfather. Tears filled his eyes. "Dad, Grandpa, you're finally here! Lend the Shadow Guards to me. I want to kill that bastard with their help!"

And said, This made minister Gerald clear his throat loudly in order to gain attention though he wasn't planning to utter a word. "Do you really believe she is capable of saving my life, of risking her life to save mine?" Alpha Rolex replied angrily, then shifted his gaze to Mira who had her eyes pinned to the floor. "I'll be back to correct some real wrongdoings and misunderstandings." He said. Mira immediately diverted her gaze to her father as alpha Rolex walked out of the room.

I touch the tendril of my loose hair in nervousness and bow my head a little in front of him to greet him, "Ho-w are you?" "I'm doing better. I'm glad to see you after years, Sanaya." Matt has lost a lot of weight. He looks old, knackered and weak. The grace he used to carry with himself in the past is no more there, replaced by the plainness and meekness. I recall how he used to dictate me back then, making me feel slightly tensed. "Um.." I don't know what to say to him. He laughs, probably notices my nervousness, "Are you here to see my son?"

Matty throws a few notes on the table following us. “what the fuck just happened? I was not done eating” he grumbles. But we ignore him which just pisses him more. “get ready to leave in thirty” I say to Jules and he just nods in understanding before going to his room to grab his stuff. “dude what happened?” Matty finally asks. “We saw Kayla with some dude” “so?”

He was screaming before I could say hello, "Have you seen this?" "Seen what?" "Turn on the TV, or better yet, go online; it's Matt; his whole life is imploding. What the hell is going on?" He hung up the phone, leaving me stressed and confused. Matt? What the hell could be going on with Matt? Sure, he did business with us, but out of all of us, he kept his public image squeaky clean. I turned on the TV and went online at the same time to see what all the fuss was about and almost wished I didn't.

I said, and he chuckled. "You do understand that "Matty" as you love to harmlessly call him, is the king of Central City," He said, "And if i show up to beat him, you are as good as going minus one mate. which by the way, you have two spare ones, but I like breathing... so..." he rambled and I rolled my eyes.

I told her. She let me go. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, so I turned on the faucet and began splashing water on my face. Matt came in behind me. He was the closest to me after Terry. Though, based on their dumb hierarchy, his dad ranked third among the top billionaire families, a successful and popular mechanical engineer who could fix or build almost anything related to electronics. “Are you okay, dude?” Matt asked, patting my back. Somehow, his question triggered the bile that had been forming in my throat.

He sits next to me, relaxing into the chair, chugging down his drink while I burp our son. “How the hell are you so damn good at that?” Matt grumbles, side eyeing me, as I handle Enzo with ease. “He’s had more than enough practice.” Atlas answers, sitting next to my mom. “You’ll understand soon, when you meet the other hellions.” “Do you have any siblings, Matt?” My mom, asks, taking Enzo from my arms, eager to snuggle him. “A twin sister, Melanie, but she’s mated and a Luna now.” Matt answers, growing antsy about the conversation.

A familiar voice speaks sharply, and I suddenly feel a strong presence pressing against my back. Matty glares at Tobias as Tobias brazenly leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on my cheek. I don’t move. My feet remain rooted where they stand as I don’t want to cause a scene, but my blood is boiling in my veins. What is he doing here, and who does he think he is, interfering in my personal affairs? “And who are you?” Matty mutters darkly, thrusting his hand forward. “I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting before. I’m Matty, Ryans’ coach.”

Matty asked my friends. I shook him off of me, and pushed away from him. “If they don’t mind, I certainly do,” I told him. I gave him a very annoyed glare, and scrutinized the skeezeball. He had his hair pulled away from his face in a high man-bun, and he was wearing a Gayl U hoodie and jeans. “What do you want, Matty?” Dave asked with a protective arm around Heather. Matty put his hands up in a defensive gesture. “Nothing with you, man. I just want to talk to Shorty here.”