Mello Matt Novels & Stories

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."

The subtle movements by Eloha as she continued to cling to Vince caught my eye, and I smiled bitterly. “Maybe sister should return home. Father clearly doesn't want to see you, “ she said, a hint of delight marrying her voice, but all my focus was on Vince. “Isn't it quite lively here?” A voice reverberated throughout the room in the next second, and I tore my gaze away from Vince, staring at the entrance. Matteo walked in a common black T-shirt and black pants. His blonde hair looked tousled, and his eyes looked lazy, yet a mischievous smirk played on his lips.

Jodi said. “Oh my god, are you gushing?” Gabriella asked. “Matt is wonderful,” Jodi said, grinning from ear to ear. “You said that. Can I get more information?” Gabriella asked. “He’s sexy as hell in a Stetson,” Jodi stated with a smirk. “And?” Gabriella urged. “He has brown eyes and thick, brown hair. And he always knows the right thing to say and do. Oh, and he’s brave,” Jodi bragged.

"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.

Hot tears streamed down my face as I clutched a pillow to my chest, and I sank down onto my bed into a heap of pain and sadness. After a while, the sobbing subsided, and I lay sprawled across my bed. I knew I shouldn’t, but I opened up my phone, hoping for a distraction. And there it was: a new message from Matt. My heart leapt in my chest as I opened it. It was a shirtless mirror selfie of him, showing off his toned physique. Attached was a message that read, “Can’t wait to see you at the ball… T-minus-three days! Do you have a dress yet?”

That man wants something more. With a rage he can't identify, Ragnar slams the folder shut and slams his fist on the desk, startling Octavio. What kind of monster plays with destined love like that? And what about that young woman Katrina believes is her half-sister, who isn't actually? They are all criminals, starting with Mauricio Meló, who hid from Katrina that she was the universal heir to her mother's fortune with the intention of stealing from her. Ragnar takes his cell phone and dials a number he hasn't called in a long time. He patiently waits for a few seconds until the call finally connects.

he replied, a devilish smile on his face. "Smash it?" I recalled, and he nodded. Instantly, tears welled up on my face. Where would I get the money to buy a new phone? What if my mum called me? My dad? My sister? The thought drove me crazy. "I can't stand the notifications popping up on your screen yesterday. You know I'm kind of aggressive. I've broken the phone before realizing it wasn't mine," he explained, and I pouted my lips. How can you get angry at messages that aren't even yours? Well, maybe not everyone was like me.

he replied, his tone carrying a hint of frustration. "In your dreams! I refuse to be called your mate. I want nothing to do with you, so let's get this over with," I spat, my voice filled with hate. As I spoke those words, anger flushed across his face, but I remained unfazed. "I, Selena Gomez Rain, reject you, Alpha Duncan Durham Mendes, as my mate!" I declared firmly, emphasizing my rejection.

“Come here.” I tossed my long hair behind me, full of pride, and took a few slow steps toward him. “You came early, Alpha Marcus.” His hands clenched inside his pockets. He bit the inside of his cheek and spoke with controlled calm. “You didn’t call me last night, Miss Ella.” I rolled my eyes, faking boredom. “I was busy. Skin care, girl stuff. You know, I had to put my phone away so I wouldn’t waste time.” His jaw tightened, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.