Mello Matt Novels & Stories

I spluttered. He picked up a stone and threw it into the lake, watching it bounce. "You don't think I know that? I've waited since I was eighteen to find her." He chuckled humorlessly, "It's been seven years. Favi and Josh found out they were mates the second she turned eighteen and Belinda and Luke met and mated two years after Belinda had turned eighteen. I've waited seven years for my mate and yet...nothing." I could feel my head spinning. I didn't know Jayson had wanted to find his mate so desperately. Anxious, I subconsciously fiddled with my mother's necklace.

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

“Hey, babe.” “Baby,” was Daniella Matthew’s answering croon, as seductive as she was in person. “I thought you were working.” “I am,” he replied because, technically, this was work. “I just wanted to say hi.” There was a breathless laugh. “Hi. What time do you get off?” “I have to stay here for the night, but I will be off at around six. How are you?” “I’m free now.” There was a sigh. “And lonely. Would you like to come over now? Take a break?”

I turned to face him. "The name is Eloise Carter." "I am Matthan Gardenia Beta of the Gardenia pack but you can call me Matt for short." My snarky self came right in time. "I don't care Matt." "Good," Was his instant reply. "Can we talk?" I rolled my eyes. "I just said I didn't care. But creeps that come on to me like you usually call me a bitch and get on with their sorry and pathetic life after that sock burn."

It’s comforting. “Cynthia! this is Matty, our best bartender in the house but fair warning. Don’t hit on him because now matter how hot he is, he has a mate, a fierce one. Just yesterday she threatened my boobs when she saw me smiling with her mate.” Mira said with a smirk. The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him.

“We’ll have to compare notes. This cigarette is one modeled after Blooming Vibes’ Mellow. I hear that Matt’s bought Blooming Vibes?” “That’s true,” Grace said. “Walter’s a very nice man.” I nodded, “I’d love to know what the hell Matt offered him to sell. I’d been trying to buy Blooming Vibes out for at least a few months. I guess Matt’s edge serves him well even when he doesn’t know shit about the industry.” “He doesn’t?” Grace asked, “I got the sense that he knew enough.” “Matt’s not the type to indulge,” I shrugged. “You won’t ever catch him drunk, high, or enjoying himself unless it’s midnight, alone with a bottle of regular whiskey. He can make any drink you want, but don’t ask him to d

they made me realize we were doing a naughty dance in public, but our fantasies let me bolder. M&M would never have done that, they were too conventional, but the pirate and the melindrosa were exciting and bold. "Merilee..." Matt's voice was rough. I lifted my head onto his chest and looked up at the masked face, the long curls blacks protected by a dark scarf. The stubble on his chin was so unusual for Matt, though her mouth, at least, was familiar. Except when he captured mine with passion. this was not

“Surprised?” “Very,” I admit, shaking my head slightly. “Are you following me now?” “Of course not,” he replies, his voice smooth as ever. “I’m here accompanying someone.” He pauses and adds with a mischievous glint in his eye, “But please, just call me Matt.” I raise an eyebrow, amused by his insistence. “Matt? I’m not sure that suits you.” “Trust me, it suits me just fine,” he says, his grin widening. “So, are you busy, or could I tempt you into a stroll around Rodeo Drive?”

“Guys this is Nico. He will be staying here with us from now on. Be kind.” Nico glanced up at him. “I’m Matt, and you must already know Raven,” The taller guy pointed to the guy who brought him here. Matt had a buzz cut and looked muscular. He was tall as heck. His hands were slightly stained red. This guy must have hunted just recently. Just as had expected, he saw a huge elk hanging upside down tied to the wooden beam of the roof. Its blood was dripping down little by little onto a small pail.

Without him, Hanson and I would have been separated with no place to express our love until the sexual and emotional need blew us apart. With haste, I walk to my cottage on the edge of town, making sure to show respect to the white population. Sweat slips down my back from the heavy weight of the dress and the heavy length of my hair as it sways across my bare shoulders. “Jezebel!” I turn and watch as a fourteen-year-old Mae, an endearing but chaotic neighbor, forces her way through crowds of colored people as they grunt in annoyance from when her bony elbows make contact. “JEZEBEL!” Mae stands tall at 5’8 and has the body of a full-grown woman. Her bosom pushes against her bodice as the res