Matthew Perry Father Old Spice Novels & Stories

A month before my marking ceremony with Jim Luther, my dad, Frank Jackson, was exiled. Jim personally ordered him exiled to the wasteland without even explaining anything to me. "Kelly says someone leaked our pack's secret files, and we found them on your father's phone. Who else could it be?" My dad had come to attend my marking ceremony, yet because of what Kelly Chase said, Jim exiled him. "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, he'll stay in the wasteland forever. "I won't abandon you just because of your father's actions. Our marking ceremony will proceed as planned in a month." I was devastated by the thought of my dad suffering in the wasteland. If this was how Jim trea

By my third month on the job, I discovered that my coworkers had been calling me "the old crow" behind my back. The nickname came from none other than Jace's condescending secretary—because at 32, I was still clutching onto an eight-year relationship that hadn't ended in marriage. I confronted Jace. "Do you know your employees have been calling me the old crow?" He didn't even bother to look up. "That's just Sadie—she speaks her mind and means no harm. You're 32; why get so worked up over what a young girl says?" Then he gave me a faint, mocking smile. "Though honestly, it's a pretty fitting nickname." It felt like a cold hand had wrapped around my heart. So that was it—eight years of m

I was three months pregnant when our enemies ambushed me on a private drive in Manhattan’s East Side. A bullet punched through the window. Glass buried itself in my shoulder. With the last bit of strength I had, I hit the Moretti family’s encrypted distress signal and called my husband, Adrian Moretti, for help. He didn’t come. Later, I found out he had pulled the Moretti family’s best trauma surgeon and security detail away that night to stay with his old flame, Evelyn Langdon. She had just lost her husband. She was carrying his child. She said a nightmare had left her gasping for air. I lost our baby in the emergency room. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Evelyn’s new post. [Some

Adeline is trapped in a loveless marriage with her husband, Marky. He can offer her a life of luxury, but he can never satisfy her deepest desires. Everything changes when she catches a glimpse of a god-like stranger in a hospital restroom, a man whose mere presence awakens an irresistible hunger within her. But the ultimate shock comes when she discovers his true identity: Dr. Matthew Fraser is Marky’s father. He treats Adeline with icy indifference, but his rejection only fuels her dangerous obsession. Determined to break his cold exterior relentlessly pushes every boundary he sets. She believes she's chasing forbidden temptation. Instead, she walks straight into a twisted psychologica

“You’re mine, this is mine” George grabbed my throat groaning , his grip bruising my neck. “Say it.” Fuck! I loved when he claimed ownership of my body. Pleasure tore through me, sharp and overwhelming. My body clenched around him as I shattered, moaning like his bitch. “I am…yours.” I said,struggling to breathe. “A better man than my son could ever be. Repeat it, as a mantra.” He ordered,I hesitated. My feet were curled up, close to orgasm when he pulled out his fingers and began licking my pearls till my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I had imagined this moment with my husband for more than five years but it never happened but here I was ,leaving my dreams of a

I shouldn’t get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do. It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.  My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.  But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

"What? S-so she's going to be my future stepmother, Dad? Seriously? She's even more suited to be my sister! Or...maybe my affair! She must just want to get her hands on your fortune, Dad! Come on! She's nothing more than a deadbeat chick! So, how much do you want, huh? 5 billion? 10 billion? How much? Name your price!" Adrian stared sardonically at the young woman. ***** Alicia Zareta, a young girl of Bandung descent, orphaned, who was only cared for and raised by a distant aunt. Aly, as she is called, is a little innocent, kind, but smart. when she was 19 years old, she received an student scholarship, she met a wealthy man who turned out to be the son of a prominent Billionaire in t

“Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about those? How I imagined sliding your dress up and seeing you in them… in my room, or my office… gagged so you wouldn’t scream my name?” “Say the word, Renata,” he whispered, voice rough. “And I’ll have you right here… where anyone could knock. Where you could get caught with your husband’s father’s cock inside you.” She gasped. But she didn’t say no. ******** One reckless night. A stranger’s touch. Her ruin. The night before her wedding, Renata surrendered to a man whose name she didn’t know… A man who made her tremble, moan, and beg for more in the shadows. The next morning, he was at the wedding hall too…Watching her walk d

I had two fathers. One was Vincenzo, who was gentle and cultured. The other was Matteo, who was called "Il Diavolo Sanguinario", meaning the bloodthirsty devil, by everyone. Both were men my grandfather, Don Rossi, had chosen for my mother, Sofia. In my last life, my mother had chosen Vincenzo, thinking he was the man she could trust for the rest of her life. But after a woman called Carla came between them, he grew colder toward my mother and me. He took Carla's side and became convinced that my mother had drugged him on purpose and slept with other men. In his eyes, I was a bastard whose father was unknown. After my grandpa passed away, Carla framed my mother repeatedly. Vincenzo woul

Eric, my ex-husband and soon to be brother-in-law was annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her." Emerson met his son, Eric's gaze. "I invited her." Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes. "Why would you invite her?" Eric asked his father "I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."