Scott Pilgrim Matthew Patel Novels & Stories

After all, he had to keep him alive for now. "Marissa, let's find Mr. Lionel and see how they're doing." "We aren’t going to kill this guy?" Marissa asked. "He’s simply despicable though and doesn’t deserve to be spared. Letting him live is a waste of the world’s resources." The man's face sank. Having never suffered such an insult before, he retorted angrily, "My name is Quinn Patel, and I’m the third son of Dr. Matteo Langley! Release me at once! I was chasing after those men in black!"

Matthew turned his head to face Rose. “I’m sure that you don’t intend on telling anyone that you’re the Scarlett Witch. But you trust me enough to tell me that. So, I’ll trust you with my own secret.” Matthew paused for a moment, trying to add more tension to his next words. “I’m a Dragon Emperor.” There was a short moment that Rose before she actually reacted. She looked away from him and covered her mouth with her hand. Rose seemed to be holding her laughter back from bursting. Matthew’s eyebrows curled with confusion.

Matthew has always dreamed of changing the genre of his life. From thriller-mafia to a passionate romance with a beautiful, spoiled, sexy, and cutie female lead at the same time. This is something that many people don't know as many people think Matthew has a vicious nature like his boss whose daily life is filled with blood and conspiracies. That's not true though. Matthew still has empathy as a human. Unlike Liam Shax, his boss. They are like a leopard and a dog.

He wasn't too slender nor muscular but averagely built with a large scar on his left cheek, named Matthew without a surname because many believed he grew up as an orphan. Scott frowned his face, probably confused "Burnt? By what exactly?" He asked to be precise. "Burnt without a trace of their presence left behind." Matthew emphasized thoughtfully and Scott heaved in pressure. Truthfully, It has been long since they've dealt with unnatural forces in his town, he has forgotten they still exists. "And you're sure it wasn't humans that were burnt alive." Scott asked again thoroughly.

“You think I don’t know who you’ve got in there?” So… he knew me? I swayed toward the doorway, pushing it open. Matthew tried to pull me back, but I shook him off. “I can stand,” I snapped. Then, with all the condescension I could muster, I looked Carlos dead in the eye. “We’re in the middle of something here asshole, so maybe… fuck off.” Matthew chuckled, but Carlos just glared harder. “And do you know who you’re in the middle of something with, Miss Patel?”

Aside from his job, Matthew was indeed a fitness influencer, posting his abs photos and doing live workouts to impress young men and horny teenagers. "Shut the fuck up," Matthew mutters, "You don't know shit about my life," "Can you stop arguing?" Kian leaves the bathroom and looks at them with disappointment, "You sounds like dramatic high schoolers," he puts on his socks and shoes and gets his bag. Matthew widens his eyes and approaches him, "Hey, are you leaving already? Where are you going?" "It's none of your business, Matt," Kian mumbles, "Thanks for helping me at the bar, but then, it's the least you could do after breaking me,"

“We know enough, Salcom. Enough to see through your games. You’re nothing but a coward, hiding behind your tricks and your hired guns.” “A coward?” Salcom’s grin widens, his tone dripping with mock offense. “I prefer the term ‘strategist.’ It’s not my fault you’re all too naive to see the bigger picture.” Trix takes another step forward. “The bigger picture? All I see is a man so consumed by his own lies that he’s forgotten what it means to have integrity. You’re a parasite, Salcom, feeding off of chaos because you’re too weak to stand on your own.”

Letting out a deep sigh, I said with a weak smile, “I must be the most unlucky person in this world…” His jaws hung open and his eyes widened, “Don’t tell me that Kevin is your mate…” My lips pursed into a thin line and I nodded. I ran my hand through Kevin’s hair and said, “Hang in there love… I am the only one who can kill you…” NIvaan jumped to his feet and started pacing around like a wounded animal. “F***! F***! F***! This is so cruel… how can that b*** make you do this…”

"I am good at doing. Fixing. Controlling." "I know." "None of those things work with you." "I know." She put her head back down. --- I thought about Matthew. He was twenty five. An engineer. Lived in Seattle. Had a girlfriend named Priya. Wore glasses. Played guitar. Did not drink coffee. I knew all of this from a private investigator. Not from him. Because he had not spoken to me in seven years. The last time I saw him, he was eighteen. Standing in a parking lot. Yelling at me. Telling me I was a monster. That I had ruined his mother. That I had ruined him.

However, Matthew didn't want to take the risk of joining a similar business. He only wanted the girl who was presented there. "Wear a mask, I accept your offer." Matthew's hand was immediately welcomed by Satya without a second thought. The young man's posture was extraordinary when paired with the sensuous little girl who had yet to show any sign of waking up from the anesthesia. "I hope your goods are also good for the spotlight." What a joke. Of course Matthew didn't want to be outdone in bragging. "After using this leaf wrap from Papua. Need to test it first."