Detective Matthews Mga Nobela at Kwento

We do things that mate does for each other and every moment we shared with each other was breathtaking, not until I found my way to WLHS. The very first moment I stepped my foot into the building, I felt her. It was just like every moment everyone waited for and I knew my life wasn't gonna be the same anymore. Ever since Wendy found out, it had been hell for her, Wendy is not someone you caution, you use action. Wendy tried every possible means to kill my mate. I was surprised after cautioning her oneday about killing Ellie, she said,"My mate died. You're not the first to lose a mate."

I always thought Evan would be there to support me, yet he throws a hissy fit if I even mention Matthew’s name. I try to zip up the back of my dress, but it won’t budge. The zipper must be caught, I thought. I freeze at the sound of the doorbell ringing. Turning towards the door, I look at my alarm clock to see it was barely past 6. I rush to the door, unease filling each step. I look through the peephole before opening the door. Matthew stood in the doorway with flowers and a sweet smile on his way. “Hey.” “Hey,” I smile back. He was wearing a dark grey button up shirt with black dress pants that hug his butt in all the right ways.

Suddenly, I recalled hearing some news some time ago about the death of Asher's mate. After about five seconds, I snapped out of the thoughts that had gotten me busy: "Who's Alpha Asher's mate?" I asked, "The last time I remember, they said Alpha Asher's mate died one time like that," I said, my tone ringing with curiosity as I tried to wrap my head around the exact year I heard it.

goodbye, stranger. Tears blurred his vision as Sebastian clutched the journal, curling up in the corner and sobbing. "Christina, please don't go. I really know I was wrong... Did you go to the human world? Take me with you. Please." Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. He dashed out of the room and sprinted to the study, rifling through the pack's ancient tomes and archives, searching for any record of a fated mate's death.

His gaze flicked briefly toward Claude, still unsure what role he might have in all of this. "Since you insist, I won’t hold back," Dylan replied, a slight smile playing on his lips as he motioned for Desmond, standing behind him, to step forward. Desmond quickly stepped forward, handing a brown envelope to Matthew. "Mr. Matthew, my boss, Mr. Wright, couldn’t bear to see you, at your age, still kept in the dark about certain things. He had me conduct an investigation—please take a look." Matthew took the envelope, and as he skimmed through its contents, he nearly collapsed from shock.

"You're insane," he spat. "You're a sick, twisted psychopath."Matthew chuckled, a dry, rattling sound that echoed in the sterile room. "Perhaps. But I would have done anything for her. Anything."The confession sent a shiver down King's spine. He stared at Matthew, his mind reeling, trying to grasp the depth of his delusion. It was a darkness he couldn't comprehend, a twisted obsession that had consumed a man's soul."And the others?" King asked, his voice barely a whisper. "What did they have to do with this?""Pawns," Matthew said, his eyes glittering. "Tools to achieve my goal. They believed they were using me, but it was the other way around. They were all expendable."The pieces of the puz

"Of course we do, but you think I have the time to keep tabs on every Tom, Dick, and Dante who walks through those doors?" "You seem awfully nonchalant about this. Considering your connections and resources, I find it hard to believe you're in the dark." Agent Matthews' lips twitched, a subtle indication of his frustration. "Well Agent, if you're so sure I was behind Dante's disappearance, then please, go ahead and arrest me," I said, lifting both of my wrists in surrender so he could cuff them. Agent Matthews stared at me, his hound-like persistence still unwavering. "Arresting you might not be the solution, but I'm more than willing to go through the proper legal channels to get the infor

Nathan had brought in the company pieces, and when he saw the two men standing by the door, he thought they had had another argument, so he didn't dare say anything for a while. Matthew took the piece he was holding and looked at Serena, "Follow me to the den." Serena pursed her lips, knowing the man was going to ask about small children, and followed him anyway. Matthew turned on the computer and punched in a series of codes, and thousands of strings of data interspersed with English and Arabic numerals appeared, flashing constantly on the screen. Matthew's hacking skills were strong, Serena let out this heartfelt exclamation. And I don't know how he did it, but he actually pulled up the su

This time, Matthew finally handed me the brown envelope. “This is more than that, Laird. Trust me.” I had known Matthew since we were in Harvard Law School, specifically in the criminal law class. Funny enough, Matthew was more interested in becoming a private detective than in staying a young prosecutor. He always said that his brilliant analytical skills could even crack the lottery system, but I called it gambling addiction. Anyway, Matthew was indeed an expert in analysis and digging up information. To put it bluntly, he was good at tailing people and finding information gaps. He had a knack for influencing people to give him information, and he used his eyes accurately and meticulously.

It’s unspoken, our bond. Like the Moon goddess gave me my soulmate as a best friend and not a mate. Probably she knew I would end up a rogue, so she saved herself the trouble of assigning me to some poor, unsuspecting fool. “Better hope someone picks you…” Cassie’s whiny voice chides me as she walks past. “Better hope I don’t find your ass alone during the Challenge.” Anna shoots back and Cassie scoffs in annoyance. “Gamma Bill would like to speak with you, Matilda.” Harriet says. Her hand rests gently on my elbow, guiding me. “I’ll walk you over to him, if that’s okay?” She offers.