Mello Matt Novels & Stories

His free hand gripped my shoulder, his fingers digging into my gray shirt. I moved my head, establishing a slow, wet rhythm, completely ruthless in my timing. "I'm here, Maddox," Cullen forced out. His voice was a gravelly, strained rasp. It sounded nothing like his usual smooth, commanding baritone. He cleared his throat quietly, his hips twitching as my hand stroked him in tandem with my mouth. "Is something wrong with your voice, Alpha?" Maddox asked through the door, genuine concern lacing his tone. "I'm fine," Cullen managed to say, his grip on my shoulder tightening to the point of bruising. "Just... reviewing reports. I need a few minutes of quiet. Is it urgent?"

“Hello!” “I’m pretty good.” Stella said while looking concerned at her boyfriend. “Is Matt with you?” John questioned. “Yes, he is driving the car, while talking on the phone.” She informed. “Who are you?” Matt said in an irritated tone. “Matt Garcia, I waited so long for this moment, it’s time for revenge.” A female voice said. “Emma?” His eyes widened.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

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Our lips accidentally touched each other. Elroy looked at me in disbelief. And my heart pounded heavily. "Mate," my wolf whispered as it suddenly woke up. Wait, what did my wolf say? Was it called Elroy, mate? Is Elroy my mate too? My brain was confused by my wolf's words. How many mates did I have? Austin, Brandon, Caleb, Elroy...damn it, four! Why on earth did the moon goddess arrange this? I tried to talk to my wolf, but it fell asleep again. It was always tired and sleepy.

The phone buzzed again, and I answered immediately. “Alright, Alex,” Mason’s voice came through, his tone curious but focused. “What’s going on?” I took a deep breath. “I saw Ricardo Matteo today.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Michael, followed by silence from Mason. “Where?” Michael asked, his voice low and dangerous. “At the mall,” I replied. “He didn’t approach me, he only called my name and when I asked what he wanted, “ he said, just surprising an old friend”. Just stood there, watching. Smiling like he knows something I don’t.”

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people. They were probably five people who had just arrived. One of them was being called Mark, meaning Sir. He was now probably going to the people and harassing them. Whoever he went to would grab him by the hair and raise his face and the person would start screaming. And at the same time, everyone else started trembling and crying.

Kyle hissed into their earpiece, and Elliot could only snicker. "I told you I don't have the patience to wait. And this asshole is getting on my nerves with his blabbering about Ari." "Wow! Elliot Allister, the great! I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, boss." Matt coldly commented. "How does it feel to see me again win? Aren't you sick of playing this game? Tiger, you've been considered the greatest, but yet you're losing to me all this damn time!"

Jeorgia discussed the brief history of Taren University's founders and waved them off once the bell rang for lunch. "Chessa?" Someone called her out, tone a bit pitchy. When she turned, he smiled widely, waving her hand. He had great eyebrows, his eyes had a hint of eyeliner, lips pinkish. "We're both in Lit and Arts, that makes us partners. Wanna go grab lunch at the cafeteria?" Something in his doe eyes made her comfortable. "Sure." "My name’s Matteo but nobody calls me that." He scrunched his nose, making a face. "Just call me Matty."