Mello Matt Novels & Stories

My heart is racing as though I've been running for eternity. When someone cleared his throat, I jolted out of my daze. The teacher had brown hair, glasses that dangle on the tip of his nose, and blue eyes; he grinned and questioned. "You must be a new student, correct? Fleurie?" I confirmed with a nod. "My name is Mr Helton," he replied with a phoney smile. " The seat beside Marisa is empty, can you raise your hand?" He said as a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at me as she extended her hand.

His gaze flicked to mine then, and I saw something I rarely saw in Caleb fear. “This isn’t just about who’s chasing you,” he said. “It’s about what you are to him.” The Story He Didn’t Want to Tell He leaned back, shoulders sagging slightly as if finally resigning himself to the truth. “His name is Cormac,” Caleb began. “Cormac Vale. He’s not part of any official pack not anymore. He’s a broker. He deals in information, alliances, debts. The kind of man both Alphas and rogues go to when they need something done off the books. And he always gets paid.”

“Insane, huh? That’s a great start to a relationship.” Leo laughed, leaning back in his chair. “I know, right? But you don’t get it—she’s like… different. Unique. And she plays video games. Like, can you imagine?” Jordy chuckled softly. “Sure, Leo. You’ve met your match.” Before Leo could respond, the bell above the cafe door jingled. Matt stepped inside, calm and collected, scanning the room. The moment he spotted Jordy, his lips curved into a small, unmistakable smile. He walked over and slid into the seat beside Jordy, his presence immediately filling the space.

Matta POV I tightened my hold on the belt and raised it higher, with a forceful pull it landed on him "Ahhhhh!" he screamed, his body shaking but I didn't care, another landed and the same scream tore out from his mouth instead of my hard wipe to reduce I instead increased it. But what surprised me was soon he started moaning louder and louder and his dick was throbbing nonstop now, as if on the verge of climaxing. Damn, he can't get enough, I like it, I like him. My body was getting excited the more I thought about it. "My name is Matta, bear your owner's name in mine," I said whilst continuing to torture him. Moans and screams filled the room, his uneven breaths sounding after the moans an

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

When many girls at school were crazy about Denis, only Celine acted indifferently, making him like a ray of sunshine in Matthew's eyes. Also, when many men see a person through his body, for Celine, only Matt looks like a normal human being. She will indeed have a pleasant future if she continues to be by his side because they complement each other. Knock-knock-knock! "Come in." The door to Matthew's study opened and revealed Marra's petite figure smiling there. Celine then got up, and she returned the curved smile on the girl's face. "You've come," Matt said. "Yes, I'm starting right now."

"Mate." "He wouldn't know..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Huh?" Matt asked, sounding confused. "If we... he wouldn't know... we could..." she murmured, talking to herself and trying to justify the thoughts that were running rampant in her mind now. A smile bloomed on Matt's face as he took a step forward. "Mate," he whispered in her ear as his fingers traced the contours of her body, confirming that he had been experiencing exactly what she had.

My mate rationalized while I ran to August. “AUGUST! Oh, thank the Goddess, you’re back! Look…she’s here! She finally found us!” I exclaimed happily, sitting in the dirt with an arm around August as I pointed to our mate. “She’s gorgeous, right? Shit Witch can try to replicate her look, but the real thing wins hands down. We hit the jackpot.” “Shit Witch?” My mate frowned. “Wait, is that what you call Melania? And what do you mean replicating my look? She’s the bitch I saw before. The one with no fashion sense that was torturing you and Thales?”

Something to clear my head. Somehow, that walk led me here. And somehow, my eyes found him. Alistair Morano, number 7, black jersey clinging to his frame, hair slicked back with sweat. He looked like sin dipped in sunlight, sharp jaw set in frustration as he screams something I couldn't even hear through the loud boos to his teammates. I watch as a guy from the Veritas team strikes the ball toward Aurum goalpost, the ball slipping past the keeper and into the net.

Elara's P.O.V When I got home, I cheered up considerably with my dad's company and comfort. I eventually took out my phone, and found a bunch of missed calls and texts—all from Orion. [Where did you go, Elara? I know you're in a bad mood, but just come back. I can explain everything.] [It's okay if you don't want to see me. Just come home and I'll stay outside like a Beta. I'm begging you, don't go disappearing on me.]