Matty Healy Suit Novels & Stories

She added a bit of cream and sugar to her cup and had no trouble remembering they liked theirs plain. Matt walked in first. He wore black jeans and a skintight tank top with large clunky black boots. Silver chains fell from beneath the end of the shirt and circled up and back underneath. His ink was striking and only added to his entire ensemble. She realized this was his hard rock facade. It finally hit her that he belonged to a world-famous band and was used to more decadence in one day than she probably experienced in her entire lifetime. She hadn't realized he moved closer until he tipped her chin up and kissed her bruised cheek. "What's wrong?" His husky voice sent an electrical current

"Yes, at Saint Street. When we got there, a guy came over to us and Halley gave him a present." "What was it?" "A watch. A Rolex." I quickly looked at Halley. What the f...? "It was a knock off from Chinatown," Halley quickly added. I exhaled slowly. "Did you get his name?" "His name was Matt." "Okay. What happened after?" "They started dancing and I was just looking around because the party was outdoors -- the backyard. A guy approached me and started talking to me." What fucking guy? I was ready to kill.

Matthew strode in, his well-tailored black suit highlighting his impressive figure—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and distinctive demeanor. Of course, the most striking feature was his sculpted face, which captured the attention of everyone in the room. His hair was swept back, revealing his deep, intense eyes that were locked on Blaire on the stage. It was as if he was offering her comfort as well as infinite courage. The boutonnière tag pinned to his chest pocket clearly read, "Groom—Matthew Carter".

Matts's voice sounds from behind, halting me on my steps. -"Excuse me? What's your problem?" I say as I turn on my heels to face him. Matt is leaning on the wall by my bedroom door with his arms crossed. He straights himself up and turns towards me, gesturing with his hand up and down at my choice of attire before placing them in the pockets of his skinny black jeans. He looks exceptionally handsome in his fashionable grey hoodie and a jeans jacket. His lush werewolf scent is mixed with his manly cologne, making it even more irresistible. I can feel Artemis going around in circles, impatiently wanting his muscled arms to hold us.

I needed to look untouchable today. “Is Liam here?” I asked, adjusting the neckline of my dress. Matilda barely had time to respond when a deep, familiar voice filled the room. “I’m here, baby.” I turned, my breath catching just slightly at the sight of Liam. He looked devastatingly handsome. His black suit was tailored to perfection, hugging his tall frame effortlessly. The crisp white shirt beneath contrasted sharply against the rich velvet of his deep navy tie. His hair, usually tousled with careless charm, was styled smoothly, swept back to highlight his strong jawline and striking honey eyes. He looked like he had stepped out of a magazine— polished, refined, and entirely too attractive

I assumed he would be wearing a black suit and probably something purple, but I didn’t think they’d get him to wear anything similar to what River and Sage’s mate were wearing. Hale was standing, hands clasped and blue eyes locked on me wearing a black brocade with a faint purple to the design suit jacket and waistcoat, a dark purple dress shirt with silver-tone wolf embroidery on the collar with a matching tie, and black dress pants. I can’t believe he’s wearing it or how incredibly hot he looks in it. Once again, showing just how out of his comfort zone this man is willing to go for me. ‘Damn right, our mate looks hot in everything. My favorite is nothing.’ Astra snickered as we made the w

"Don't you look pretty?" "Don't." He closed his eyes and swallowed down his embarrassment. "I look like this every day." Maddox wore black slacks and a black dress shirt. He made sure to unbutton the first two buttons to show he didn't try too hard when he actually did. He groomed his hair and tied it up in a manbun. If he must say so himself, he looked good. "Are you planning on getting laid today or something?" Hailey was only fifteen. Should he be having this conversation with her?

“That sounds like so much fun! Let's do it!” “We’ll meet in an hour,” he suggested, and I nodded before walking away. Back in my room, I began going through my things until I found a perfect fitted dress. After sliding it on, I sat before the dressing mirror and began applying some makeup on my face. Somehow, I felt like I was overdressed, but I shrugged it off and finished my makeup. While arranging my hair, a knock came on my door, and when the door opened, it was Matthew. He seemed surprised to see me getting dressed. “You look so beautiful. Where are you going?” he asked, his admiring eyes on me.

“A suit is a power move, sweetheart." She laughed harder. “So you wore a suit? Is that all you have?” “It’s a date, isn’t it?” he looked down at himself. “Is it too much? I can change but we will have to go back to my house for that.” She shook her head trying to suppress her laughter. “You know what? It’s perfect. Come on, let’s go before it’s late.” His driver moved to open the door for her and Matt stepped back for her to go in.

asking for my brother that shade of lipstick on u >>> We keep it light—makeup, fashion, feminism, our fake retreat in Sedona—and when I sign off, I toss the camera a wink and a champagne toast. The gala itself is ridiculous. Glittering chandeliers, live jazz, champagne towers taller than my dignity. We pull up in a chauffeured car that smells like vanilla and ambition, and when I step out, I almost trip over my own heels. Britney whistles beside me. “Remind me why we’re not rich again?” I’m too busy scanning the crowd to answer. And then—I see him. Matthew. In a tailored black suit that deserves its own fan club. His hair tousled like someone ran their fingers through it (kill me), his jaw s