Truth Be Told Mathew West Novels & Stories

Uncomfortably, her wolf spirit surged, but the connection seemed weak and broken. Dominick's face was unreadable as he folded his arms. Tell us, if what you're claiming is accurate, who this "someone" is. Give us a name. Caleb's face went white. "I'm not sure. I never heard from Varek. All I know is that they are stronger than any threat we have ever encountered. The mistrust rippled through the group like a wave as the crowd burst into murmuring. "Enough!" They were silenced by Dominick's voice. He faced Caleb once more. "Until we can verify your account, you will be restricted for the time being. If you are not telling the truth,

You've been hurt before. "I... I need your help," I stammered. "My mother is sick. I need money." Michael raised an eyebrow, watching me. "Can you help me?" I asked, unzipping my coat, revealing the revealing dress. "I'll do anything." His gaze burned through me. He stepped closer, examining me, then picked up my dress, covering me. I froze, stunned. "You think I'd be distracted by your body?" he smirked. "Your figure isn't even among the top in the North American werewolf community."

Bought for me And my Atm,still his property though He smiled and settled down Mathew..... He called Mathew is the gate man and he quickly appeared " As from today never allow this girl in my pent house else I will fire you" Alex,I called but he give me a kind of look like the next time I called your name he can slaughter me alive Leave my house this minute What do you take me as, A fool You keep on sleeping around with others while am here giving you money Am I mad

“Pretty soon, I intend coming out to the public as Jake De Walter. No one knows who uses the pseudonym Seamus. The sculpture will be finished in a few weeks time, giving me the opportunity to let the public know who Seamus really is. I will send out invitation and trust me, I have prepared a list already.” I said. “Oh,and Bennile called.” Anna said.“Any updates?” I asked.“Not much, we have a new client. Reece Norman.” She replied. •••••♠️REECE♠️ |Evening|: A new dealer who some buyers claimed sold the met-amphetamine(Crystal Meth) and Coke(cocaine wanted to trade with me. Being an expert in this sort of thing and as a middleman, I have to take every business opportunity that there is.

I said when I reach the first step of the house. Hans looks back and runs at me. He hugs me tightly. “Mom Claire,” he excitedly said. It’s good to have them back. The moment was shortened when a loud and mad voice interrupted us. “Why are you calling my aunty your mom?” I turn to see Wes glaring at Hans. No one talks or even try to make Wes shit up. They just look at him with amusement. “She’s not anyone’s mommy because she is not married," he added. He harden his glare at Hans.

It was the heaviest rain in a long while and for some reason, it felt like the sky was crying for the loss of the last Original. Author's note Hello dears, Author here, this is the end of His Mate. You can follow me on I*******m as @goodnessshadrach in order to know when the book 2; His Mate: The Demon King would start. Thank you all so much for your love on this story, I wish you would join me on the second installment. Looking forward to see you in I*******m :)

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

I said, each word deliberate. "Now, you're going to tell me the truth." My fangs were out. My voice was a beast's roar. "Or I will make you beg for it." #

“Fuck that dude.. Last night was lit!!!” Mathew was my closest friend, but he was also the son of Alpha Rufus Blackwood my father’s right hand man and a prominent billionaire. Because of his family status, Mathew spent his days flaunting his exorbitant lifestyle and good looks, surrounded by a trail of girls who threw themselves at his feet. “How’s it gonna be tonight…” he asked me as we got to class.

I heard footsteps which sounded familiar and steady. “Pakhan,” Nicholas said. His voice sounded low. One of my oldest friends, the only one who could walk in without knocking and live to tell about it. “We got him. Mathew. The old bastard who skimmed off the top. Who corrupted the accounts, pocketed what wasn’t his. He was hiding out in some shithole motel on the outskirts. Tried to run again, but… well, he’s not running anymore.” I turned slowly, the smirk fading into something colder. Mathew. The name settled in me and my thoughts turned into a murderous plot.