Tvd Matt Novels & Stories

I remembered that part clearly. How could he open a locked door without forcing it? And the CCTV was off. It was a skill that drove me insane. They could do anything cleanly, leaving no trace. “Matt,” I called. Matt turned. “Yeah?” “How did the CCTV go out?” Matt shrugged. “I was sitting in the front yard looking at the sky, then when I saw those suspicious people coming one after another, I called the police. That’s it.” “I asked about the CCTV, not you.” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you know something?”

“I’m managing, Mom. And… there’s something I haven’t told you.” Her brows lifted. “What is it?” I hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “I found my second chance mate.” Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “What? Claire, are you serious?” “Yes,” I said, nodding quickly. “Oh my goodness.” She grabbed my hands. “Who is he? Tell me everything.” I smiled shyly. “It’s Theo. Theo Valmont.” She blinked. “Your boss? The CEO?” “Yes.”

Tom was on his phone, not paying attention. Matt had gotten down to his briefs, which were blue and red striped, and I had to do a double take at the bulge he was sporting. It was... well, it was big. Judging by the happenstance peeks I'd had in the gym of other random guys, I was maybe on the large side of average. I'd never seen Matt naked though, or in such tight briefs, and his dick... I had to feel a little self-conscious.

I murmured. She smiled through her tears. “My daughter. A storm in quiet skin.” The driver arrived at exactly 7:00 a.m. Same black SUV. Same suited man with mirrored sunglasses. He didn’t speak when he stepped out just nodded at me, then turned to open the rear door. My mother stood up, brushing her hands on her jeans like she could scrub away the grief. “This is it, huh?” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah.”

If that was a TV commercial for a brand by car, women would certainly buy. Curious to know who he was, I parked behind the Miata. The guy turned around, smiled, grabbed a gray T-shirt and pulled it over his head, I realized that it was Matt. My Matt. The center of my life for the last fourteen years. I blinked. That image of the guy in the car commercial had been weird, almost like a hallucination. This was the usual Matt walking towards me as I got out of the car –

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

This singular attitude made them become really endeared to me, as they were free to act very normal around me. The front door opened again and Matt walked in, as though he owned the place. Matt was a vampire, and my PA. He clutched his laptop under his arms as though his life depended on that singular gadget. Well, maybe his life actually depended on it because I couldn't recall any time I'd ever seen him without his laptop or tablet. Like hell, maybe he even went with them to the bathroom. Matt walked straight to where I was sitting at the kitchen table, flung his bag on the table and whipped out his laptop. In seconds, he had it powered on, and after hastily typing a few buttons, he asked

He was theboyfriend to Trix. Just like in a country, filled with different talents and all, so was people with different objectives. Matt was the on and off boyfriend of Trix. He loved her to bits and saw no wrong in anything she had done. In which trying to sabotage the attack on the blood moon pack by her was not the exception. Matt had wanted that Volk forgave her, owing to the fact that Trix had put her life on the line in order to save Volk's parents. He thought that she would be forgiven and her only punish was that, she would be stripped of all get titles.

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.

Luke took a towel and cleaned his hands as he went and gave Vivian a kiss on her cheek. “We just got back.” She told him as Paola was silently watching ahead. Vivian followed her sight to see what she is looking at. Then she saw. Matt came out from under the car shirtless as well. Grease was all over his torso that was lightly covered in sweat. His muscles bulging and six-packs showing making their mouth water at the sight. Vivian noticed he added few new tattoos as well. His right arm was full in sleeve tattoos as he had a fire going from his shoulder up to his neck.