The Matthew Shepard Story Novels & Stories

“I don’t know who these Spades people you’re talking about are. He said that he was a kidnapper, and he knocked me unconscious, so I believed him. How could it be fake when I witnessed it with my own eyes?” Charlotte remained unfazed. Besides, Matthew brought over a corpse. There was no living testimony. As long as she stuck to her story, what was Matthew going to do? In the end, she was just an innocent princess who knew nothing of the world.

“Hi Matthew, I am Sianna. I am one of the volunteers for today and I need to complete your file by asking you some questions. But first, how are you doing today? Are you in pain?” His grey eyes gave a quick roaming on my figure. His rubbed his bald head and appeared to be blushing. “Just the headaches as usual from the nightmares that I have. I came to refill the prescription.” He was trying to look anywhere else apart from my face. “You can call me Matt.” Concerned, I checked his pupil, temperature and pressure. “Alright, a doctor will have to do that but let me get a few information so I can send the request in.” I opened the folder again and looked at the missing slots. “I need the last s

I could still hear the echo of Matthew’s words in my head. “There’s no way I would give you up to Noel.” “Where to, boss?” the driver asked, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. Matthew winced as he clutched his arm, blood still seeping through his sleeve. “Airport,” he said through gritted teeth. “We’re taking the chopper. We’re heading to Spain.” I stayed silent, staring out the window as the chaos behind us slowly faded from view. Spain. Another place. Another prison.

Because in the end, it wasn't Katherine who killed my son. It was the mate who should have protected him. The father who chose another woman's child over his own. And no amount of vengeance would bring my Marcus back. But by all the gods, I would make them remember why you never harm a mother wolf's pup. Even if it took my last breath. After Marcus's death, I stayed in the Blood Moon Pack's healing den for two weeks. The healers tried to feed me, but food tasted like ash in my mouth. Ryan never called. Never came. Perhaps he didn't even know our son was dead. Or perhaps he was too busy playing family with Sarah and Jamie to care.

Williamson and Dalton grabbed Matt by his arms and pulled him away from the desk. “Get off me!” Matt exclaimed. “No!” Williamson yelled. “Sheriff! You’re going to hurt yourself. Stop!” Lawrence yelled as he stepped around the glass. Williamson and Dalton dragged Matt back against the wall. “Damn it, Matt!” Williamson roared. Matt didn’t know how long he had struggled against them. He just remembered that his strength left him. Dalton and Williamson slowly loosened their hold. Matt had enough strength left to grab Williamson’s collar on his uniform. “I had a son, Curt. I had a son and now he’s dead. Damn it, he’s dead,” Matt cried with anguish. “I lost my son and I lost her.” Water stung his

Another claw raked across my leg, tearing a gash. It was then that a raspy, old voice echoed from the depths of the cell, "Enough." The mad wolves immediately froze and slunk back into the shadows, tails low. I reverted to my human form and looked toward the source of the voice. A hunched figure emerged from the darkness—an incredibly old she-wolf. Her eyes were sharp and clear, nothing like the mad wolves around her. "You're not mad," she remarked. "What have you seen?" "My mate has gone missing," I replied, my voice trembling with tears. "But everyone said he never existed."

But Morrison had other methods of ensuring compliance, and wives who testified against powerful husbands often discovered that financial security came with conditions. "And Blake Matthew's federal charges?" "Proceeding slowly. His cooperation with the FBI rescue operation complicated the prosecution's case. Some are calling him a hero for exposing the Sanctuary." Heron pulled up news articles with headlines like "Businessman Risks Freedom to Save Abuse Victim." Hero. Blake Matthew, the man who'd manipulated my wife for revenge, was being portrayed as heroic while I was cast as the villain. My phone rang—my mother, probably calling to express disappointment that I'd failed to maintain proper

Matthew and Cassandra had been given life sentences for their crimes of imprisoning and abusing the Harman family. Cassandra could not handle being imprisoned and took her own life. Matthew begged me to visit him in prison every month, but I never got that news as I was always on the move. Owen looked at me tentatively and asked, “Do you want to see Matthew? I can arrange it for you.” I was happily eating my meal as I shook my head. “What’s the point of looking out for someone who doesn’t matter? This fish is really good. Here, have some more.”

"I find that really hard to believe, John. You ambushed us. You stole our blueprint fragment. You're working with Matthew." "I was!" he choked out, his eyes wide with genuine terror. "Yes, I understand how it looks. But I found out what Matthew is actually doing. This is bigger than me, it's bigger than the black market. I was playing for the wrong team, Soraya. Matthew is insane. He's going to—" Suddenly, John stopped talking. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes rolled back slightly. He staggered forward, collapsing against my shoulder. He had been shot in the side, a deep, bubbling wound that smelled faintly of silver poisoning.

Caroline was sobbing and I reached her and held her comfortingly. “Making sure the children were safe, I ran outside. My mate lay there on the ground, his blood pooled around his body. I was soon knocked down from the side by another rogue and Nic’s father was there on time to save me,” she continued with soft sobs. “It seemed that the rogues were aiming for Nic’s father and my mate jumped in to rescue him. There were too many and he was attacked from all sides. Though our pack managed to kill the remaining rogues, it was too late for my mate,” her body shook uncontrollably and she hiccupped as she cried harder.