Michaela Matthews Novels & Stories

, she asks with a confident smile. ------------------------------------- Richard Matthews is a widower, billionaire and CEO known for his ruthless ways of treating women. He never had even the slightest respect for the female gender, because of what his wife did to him. Lilian Johnson is a small town girl who came to the big city with so much hopes and dreams. Life was not easy for her, as she had to go through so many obstacles to get to where she was now.

Anastasia replied, her voice quivering with a mix of anticipation and disbelief. "You're right on time," the voice continued. "I am Matthew Smith." Anastasia's heart skipped a beat as her eyes met the man before her. She couldn't believe she was standing in the same room as Matthew Smith, the renowned figure in the finance world. Her thoughts raced, and an unintended whisper escaped her lips. "He's so handsome." Michael raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Anastasia. "Come again?" he asked, curiosity piqued. Anastasia's eyes widened in shock, realizing she hadn't just thought those words; she had spoken them aloud.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

"She feels I haven't been in a serious relationship because of what my dad did to her." "Is that the case?" He asked. I shrugged, "I have no idea, honestly." "That may be the reason, you change women every 2 weeks, it's disgusting but admirable." "Mike, please" I said and he giggled. Incidentally, Michaela sashayed in, wearing a white robe. She was at the other side of the pool. I don't think she saw us. She removed the robe slowly and dumped it on a seat. Nah, she definitely saw us.

Mathew was just talking nervously “I need to take a video of the almighty Matthew scared of Athens.” Emily said laughing “You don't want to know what she is capable of doing.” Mathew said Susan already explained somethings to him so he can't disclose anything related to the Mafia to Amelia. He left the girls and went to his room. “Mathew is really scared of you. Are you sure you guys haven't met each other.”Emily asked Mason was busy trying to hold the buttons on Athens gown .

Matthews who swayed in with a piece of clothing to cover her. “What happened honey?” Mr. Matthews asked, already speculating on what might have gone down. “Micha…l” Christine mumbled, her voice shaking as she cried out. “What? Michael did this to you? That's impossible!” Mr. Matthews asked, as his face settled on his suffering daughter, he had to act. “Okay, let's find Michael and get to the bottom of this!” Mr. Matthews ordered his handymen, who were already armed with farm weapons.

"Stay here with me." "I'm sorry?" "I'll give you everything more than the Alpha King could give you." "Wait a second." I scoff. "What is wrong with you? I'm the Luna of the Wolves, and I'm mated to the Alpha King, and yet you dared try to take advantage of me just now?" "He's not your real mate, is he?" The King's question made me halt. "How ironic would it sound if your loyal subjects were to hear their leaders aren't real mates?"

“She’s just trying to manipulate you.” Michael hesitated, his eyes flicking back to Martha. “And you’re not?” he muttered under his breath, a shadow of doubt passing over his face. Martha’s face tightened, and she took a step closer to him. “I’m the one who’s been by your side,” she said, her voice low and intense. “I’m the one who’s helped you through everything. Don’t let her get into your head.” Wanda saw her chance. “Michael,” she said softly, drawing his attention back to her. “You know this isn’t right. Deep down, you know it. Just let me go, and we can both move on. You don’t have to do this.”

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.