Wattpad Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

“He’s asleep?” “Yes,” Elena said. “Finally. He was determined to finish this puzzle himself.” She gestured to the scattered pieces on the floor. Adrian crouched down beside Mateo, who stirred slightly, blinking open his wide brown eyes. “Papa?” Mateo yawned, stretching tiny arms. “Papa,” he repeated, crawling toward Adrian. Adrian caught him effortlessly, lifting him up so their foreheads met. Mateo giggled, the sound high and pure. “Did you fight bad men?” Mateo asked innocently, his small hands patting Adrian’s chest.

Not even in his dreams! EXTRA: In the restaurant Mathew: *blankly staring into empty space* Mathew: *about to cry* Author: *patting his back* There, there body. Don't be sad. Mathew: You're the reason I'm like this! Author: One must do what one has to do (●ˇ∀ˇ●) Mathew: You killed my wife!!! Author: Yeah, but I gotta hit readers right where it hurts, so... Mathew:ヽ('Д')ﾉ Author: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading” Fading? “Is it supposed to fade?” “Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Dylan Hayes is dying after all” My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.

“Mate, did you hear that? Did a freaking tree branch just drop or what?” Alpha Matthew took a quick peek out the window and was like, “Meh, whatever.” “What’s up? Is there something going on out there?” I asked. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s just some prankster or Theophile looking for something up in the tree,” Alpha Matthew replied. “Ready to take a dip?” “I’ll catch up with you later. I’m still keen on finishing this book.” Alpha Matthew exclaimed, showing me a book with a black and gold cover.

I can’t finish because Cade cuts me off. “Oh, Shush,you! This is Mateo Castillo, THE Mateo Castillo, the wet dream of every theater boy and girl at Abraham Lincoln High!” Cade is in full on sass mode. I have heard of Matteo Castillo; Cicely’s Mateo…the theater heart throb who is…Oh, fuck he’s older now but I see it!

The unspoken weight of the impending conflict loomed in his words. Scott's eyes sparkled with a subtle curiosity, his words dancing in the air. "On a different note," he mused, "we've stumbled upon something intriguing with Mathew. There's a unique ability he possesses—calming Alpha Dominic's wolf. A phenomenon that even Alpha Dominic finds perplexing, unaware that Mathew is, in fact, his own flesh and blood. The unspoken connection resonates in the way his wolf instinctively urges protection, a silent plea that Alpha Dominic, perplexed by its origin, has yet to decipher. The answer should be apparent, but unfortunately not."

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

Isabella’s POV The ticking clock was the only distraction amid the peaceful night. The mansion’s lights were dimmed, and everyone at home was asleep. The growing assumption in my heart kept me awake as I tried to solve the puzzle in my head. I should solve it, but I feel like I can’t because the actual puzzle is what’s between us. From the very time I met Matteo, I knew that he was not an easy person. He has this power within him that cannot be deformed or destroyed. He has his own gravity that makes him independent in any way. He is indestructible.

Mathias found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, his mind devoid of any inkling regarding the answers to the riddles. With each passing moment, the relentless ticking of the clock reminded him of the dwindling time—mere minutes remained, less than ten to be precise. "Voiceless it cries... Mouthless mutters. What could this possibly signify?" Mathias muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. A sudden epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Breeze, like air... WIND!" Mathias triumphantly declared.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”