Matthew Mcconaughey Novels & Stories

This wasn’t the time to break. Maeron sat calmly across from her, as if he hadn’t just torn her away from her life, her mate, and everything she’d known. There was something ancient and unreadable in his gaze, like time moved differently around him. She studied him in the dim twilight of the cabin, but there was no warmth to be found—only purpose.

He said and stopped to hold my gaze. "Scarlett Vladislav, I, Clay McCain, accept you as my mate. To love and cherish for the rest of my life," he said, accepting me, and before I could speak, he crashed his lips against mine. Strengthening our bond and affirming his intentions and feelings.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

“Just give him a chance.” Connor glowered. “This is a Trojan Horse set-up. I think he’s here to get something, or to trick me into letting my guard down, or to do some sort of reconnaissance.” “Maybe it’s more like the McConaissance.” “The what?” “The McConnaissance? When Matthew McConaughey did True Detective and won an Oscar in the same year? Like, Renaissance, but with a ‘McCon’ in front of it?” Connor gave me a blank look.

“Each season is standalone. But you still need to go back and watch the first season.” “It’s really good,” Andre said. “You had me at McConaughey,” I said. “I’d be content watching him read the dictionary for an hour.” “I can arrange that,” Joemar said casually. “Matthew is a friend.” “No he’s not,” I blurted out. “Is he?” Joemar shrugged. Andre smiled and turned his attention back to the screen. XXX

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

Paloma~ I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States.

He'd cooked stir fry noodles, and as we ate I decided that no matter what happened, I wouldn't give up on him again. We curled up on the couch with my laptop on my lap and kept popcorn handy. "I'm confused." Mariano said after a while. "Doesn't she know who her mother is?" "Nope. That's the whole point." "Hasn't she seen her?" Jesus. "Are you even watching the movie?" I chuckled. "Not really." He confessed and kissed my neck softly. I giggled as his soft breath tickled my skin. "Do you even think of anything except sex?"

His vivid blue-grey eyes were already boring holes in my being when I locked eyes with his hues. He was towering over me, he’s Shaquille O'Neal looking down at my Eva Longoria height. I froze when he reached for my face, unable to step back because the closed door of the bathroom was behind me. “W-what are you doing?” I knew he won’t hurt me, but base on my experiences, looks can be fucking deceiving. He placed his closed palms under my chin, his thumb brushing the side of my mouth. “You got drools, Sweetheart.”