Tvd Matt Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Matt isn’t known to be violent unless there’s a reason behind it.” I knew Gavin was right; Matt didn’t seem to have a violent bone in his body unless it was deserved. All those tutors he chased off weren’t there for good reason; they were selfish, greedy, and mistreated Matt, all because they wanted to get with his father. Matt had every reason to chase them away. But once you get to know him, he’s a sweet little boy who only wants his family to spend more time with him.

The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him. “You are not going to let me live that down, will you?” Another voice came coming by the side of Matty whose face instantly lightened up at the sight of this women. She had a pixy cut and green eyes. I couldn’t notice before but then I see it Matty is also mortal with green eyes. “Live you down? I have it on record. You actually threatened my boobs women, that shit was hilarious.”

MATT’S POV*** I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. Groggy, I reached over and squinted at the screen. It was Jess, my buddy from the TV station. She was always in the know about everything, good or bad. "Matt, turn on the TV. You won't believe what's going on," she said urgently. I rubbed my eyes and stumbled out of bed, switching on the TV in the living room. The news anchor's voice filled the air, reporting something that made my heart sink.

“Your original mate.” A whole-body shudder seized my skeleton. This was it. The moment he tore open my mind or commanded me with his godly powers to spill my every secret. My gaze darted to his blue-haired mate, but she stared at me through eyes as hard as lapis lazuli. They must have known Griff’s tragic tale and how it had ended with a brutal death at the guns of his vengeful, pyromaniac mate. With Supernatural Media being so easy to obtain, they might have even looked up my records. It wasn’t like I didn’t have a distinctive face.

This was on top of Tatum’s group of three that would be moving all over looking for signs of Nixon. I am leading the group to the pack house so I can directly challenge the Alpha. Second Beta Michael is leading the group going to the housing complex as that will be harder to handle, searching all those individual houses. My beautiful mate, Matthew, is leading the third group to the unclaimed. We have a plan and we are heading out.

When Lilith Sterling showed up, I realized the years I'd spent being coddled by my three childhood friends had been nothing but a lie. My Alpha King father, though, still had no idea. He honestly believed I'd end up choosing one of the three. That's why, at the Pack gathering, he announced in front of everyone: "Aurora, whoever you want to bond with—your father will make it happen." Every pair of eyes turned to the three boys who'd once loved and protected me—Kael Blackwood, Orion Whitethorn, and Zephyr Stormrider. We were perfectly matched in status, had grown up together, shared years of deep affection. But when my father threw out that hint, the three of them acted like they hadn't heard

I said motioning my arms around, signalling that there was no one by my side. Just as Sharon was about to open her mouth, Matt walked up behind her. He looked handsome as ever in his black tuxedo; he could definitely be a cover model. “Hello Ms. Olivia and Ms. Sharon, how are you both this evening?” His manly voice made a smile creep across Sharon’s lips. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. How are you, Matt?” I answered. “I’m doing well, thanks. The business is up and running and Tony and I are finally starting to see some profits,”

Matt asked. “Yeah.” “How long?” “Eight years.” “What happened to him?” “Don’t know.” “Where he from?” “Originally, Louisiana.” “What is his last known address?” “Not sure. Hotel registration was to a PO Box in Georgia.” “Did he come here alone?” “Yep.” “How old is he?” “Twenty-nine, I think.” “Living family?” “An older sister, a brother-in-law, and three nieces.” “Shit,” Matt snarled as he pulled his hat off and turned around. “I should ring your fuckin’ neck.”

"Har. Har." Levi nods at the photographer. "Got any good ones?" The guy blinks, then nods. "I did. They're just perfect," he says. "I think that's a wrap." I yank Levi’s hands off and march over to Matt. I want to get as much space from Levi as I can... for now. He messes with my head way too much. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that wasn't acting," Matt remarks, smiling. "You guys were seconds away from getting down and dirty. If I didn't interrupt when I did, who knows what would've happened."

Chapter 13 Zaccheus ran through the stairs at lightning speed, not without ordering Zeke to continue with the torturing. As he reached the room, Avivit and the maids bowed respectively to him. He didn't glance at them; his main priority was his mate, thrashing on the bed. He ran to her and clutched her closer to calm her. He tried to peek into her nightmare, but it was impossible. All that he saw was darkness. He was disturbed because he had the power to read minds and emotions, but with his mate, it was impossible.