Tvd Matt Novels & Stories

This particular boy never showed his face and never had any pictures or distinguishing items visible in the background. This particular model never inserted anything in his ass, but would jerk off, tease his asshole, pose erotically, and do other teasing acts if the requests came in and if the money was right. This boy was sexy as hell and very well-toned. He had an incredibly sexy bubble butt and zero body hair. Matt rewatched several of the boy's past videos and racked his brain to identify him. Matt was finally beginning to narrow it down but had to go all the way back to the boy's first video to realize who the boy was. In the first video, the boy made a small mistake and showed the back

I looked down at the screen in his hand. It wasn't a movie. It was p**n. And not just any p**n. It was a video of a girl who looked like a twin of me—pale skin, long dark hair, small frame. She was being folded in half by a big, older man who was fucking her so hard her head was tossing back. "Matt! What are you doing?" I hissed, my face turning bright red. "What are you watching?" He didn't even look up. He looked totally nonchalant, like he was just checking the weather. He tilted the phone toward me so I could see the screen clearly, even though I tried to look away.

I said, voice rough. Matt didn’t speak right away. He just gave me this look. Not smug, not even angry. Just… tired. “Told you,” he said finally. “I know.” “No, like—I told you. For days. Someone’s out here. Watching. Waiting.” “And now they’re trying to kill me.” Matt nodded. “Yeah. Which means they’re either bold or dumb.” “Or both.” We sat in silence again, me trying not to pass out, him still holding the dart like it was a puzzle he could solve with his mind alone.

Fatigues didn’t exactly make it easy to keep a low profile. “I hope Ted gets a lot of food.” “Oh, he will. He loves his food.” Matt’s eyes roved over my face, and that pinched expression returned. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, then let out a shaky breath. “It’s been six months.” “Five months, eighteen days,” I corrected. He looked away, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He was in desperate need of a haircut and a shave. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

Chris asked. He studied their faces again "like I said you are not going to like this" "cut this out matt, you are too old for this, just say it, what happened to him" Chris said getting inpatient "he is promoted" matt said "to what post, a director will be my guess" John said

He looked terrible today. Matt's usual brown curly hair had flopped over his face, and his shoulders were slumped. His shirt was untucked and dirty. "Vince! You came," He said as he walked closer, giving me a bro-fist. I relaxed. Matt was my closest friend, and he would never do anything to betray me. He was really nice to everyone. "Come in," he said, gesturing me inside. At least those were the movements I saw, as he was still wearing shades. I wondered if his parents knew, but now was hardly the time to ask such questions.

we were good just a couple of seconds ago. “ she summoned me, Patricia. she was telling me how…’’ “ so now my mother trust you more as well? are you trying to replace me, alondra?’’ ‘ no of course not.’’ I answered in a heartbeat pleading my eyes. “ I would never….’’ “First my mate and now my mother? do you not have some self-respect for yourself?’’ I was taken aback by her awards. I struggle to believe that I was hearing correctly.

“And Curtis is no longer an issue since he’s exiled.” Matt came around and popped his head in the doorway with the rest of his body in the other room, “I would make an awesome godfather.” Showing his white teeth to give that million-dollar smile. “I am sure you would, but we would fear for his safety every day around you.” Tara smacked his forehead. “Ouch!” He yelled, “I’d be his favorite uncle Matt, and………” His eyes suddenly averted to the front of the café. He stood up straight and froze like he had seen a ghost.

Comfort in the middle of hell. Matt—the medic—stands outside, wiping his glasses. He used to be a nurse. But that was in another life. Before we all sold our souls to revenge. “Let me know the moment she wakes up,” I say. He nods. Silent. Steady. And I walk away, not sure if I want her to wake up at all.

I woke up to the sun shining into my bedroom I open my eyes and thought back to last night. Dinner wasn't too bad Matt and Mr Black seem like nice people if you put the fact that they are mafia to the side. A knock on my door had me pulled from my thoughts I got up and opened the door. Matt was standing there in workout clothes staring down at me. He is really tall at 6 ft and I am a mere 5 ft 2. I look up at him and lift any eyebrow at him. He shakes his head at me and say.