Tord X Matt Novels & Stories

They found Sarah, Tobe, and Ina near a snack stand arguing over whose turn it was to pay. “There he is!” Tobe announced dramatically. “The man delaying my drink.” Jordy rolled his eyes. “You are still talking about that?” “Yes. I have suffered.” Matt laughed beside him. Jordy made the introductions. “This is Matt.” Tobe gave Matt a quick once-over. “So you are the famous Matt.” Matt glanced at Jordy. “Famous?” “You talk too much,” Ina said dryly to Tobe. Sarah smiled politely at Matt, then looked around.

“Let me help you with that.’’ I helped him sit slightly up right before I picked up the soup again. He seemed cooperative and he didn't ask me any more questions. He just watched me. studied me. like I was a book that he needed to gain clarity from. I didn't mind it. because for the past couple of days I have been watching him and studying him even while unconscious. He has a tattoo on his back. a larger serpent that moves on the back of his neck down to his torso. He seems like the bad boy type but his muscles and his rough hands tells me that he is skilled as a warrior. Weston’s hands And equally as rough which is often when he spent a lot of time holding a heavy sword and kicking at trees

The teacher asked, with his tone soft and gentle instantly. Xander stood up from his desk and there was a dead silence. His figure was like a wall and there was a strong aura around him that sent shivers around everyone. His body was well-built with heavy muscles that could be seen through the school uniform. I could see the tattoo of a dragon and wolf on his arms. His torso was so huge it made his shirt tighten over his body. Each step he took was enough to send everyone shaking so hard. I looked up at his stony face and my heart skipped a beat. I never knew I could be this afraid, but I was losing control. The man in front of me was so fierce.

Matt figured Jodi was in the kitchen cleaning up or attending to the guests in the hotel. He decided to have a drink and wait for Rita or Jodi to show up. Matt sat down next to a short, skinny white guy with long, light brown hair that grazed his shoulders. He drunkenly talked to the guy on the other side of him. He was black with short dreadlocks. “Hey, Matt, what will it be?” Tommy asked. “Whatever you got on tap,” Matt said. Tommy went to get him a beer. “What was your name again?” the black guy asked.

Silent. Xander tenses up. He slightly tightens his hold on my hand. His jaw tightens, and a sinister, menacing flashes in his eyes. Lena looks between us. "Wait. Hold on. Are you saying this guy whoever he is...thinks you belong to him?" I nod slowly. Lena snorts. "Well, that’s a load of crap. Aria, you’re Xander’s mate." Xander doesn’t say anything. His fingers twitch against mine.

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

Grace kept talking about getting what to eat instead but stop noticing Tory was already sleeping. Tory slept for hours before waking up,she felt her head ache as she stood up but didn't care, she kept on looking at her phone which had Brenden's picture as her wallpaper, she kept on gazing at the picture asking herself what was so special about this guy that makes it hard to forget about him. "Will you come, so we can get something to eat or do you still want to keep looking at Brenden's picture as if he will suddenly pop out of it"

As he reached Alaia and me, his face broke out into a huge smile. “Welcome home, Xander, Luna.” I could feel Alaia’s body tense up a bit when he approached, but I understood why. Matt was a warrior as well, and a well-trained one at that. He kept very fit, and with his perfect smile, dirty blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was a lady killer without even trying. He just had an effect on women, even if it was harmless and unintentional. “Thank you, Matt. It’s good to be home. Now would you please put on a shirt so my mate can take a breath?” I said with a laugh.

Matt's once easygoing personality has slipped away to be replaced by the stern deadly Gamma I know hides underneath constant jokes and laughter. With a final nod to me, Matt steps further into the challenge area, his aura swirling around him like a storm. The closer he gets to the center, the more his energy pulsates into the air around us, reaching out into the crowd and making the sitting members shift uncomfortably. Matt's father, Toby, meets him in the middle. Both men look like the Gods of death in their black tactical gear, their faces stoic and lethal as they shake hands.