Matthew Perry Memoir Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You almost died, but God in his infinite mercy brought you back. All glory to him, my love.” Matthew kisses the back of my hand. A chill travels from my hand up to my shoulder for some reason. “Why can't I remember? Is there something you are not telling me?” Matthew’s face falls with sadness. He sighs deeply. “You need to rest. We will discuss that later.” “But I want to know! How can I not remember the most beautiful day when I have looked forward to it all my life?” Suddenly, the door cracks open. A doctor in an immaculately white coat walks in with a blue file and a stethoscope.

Be it my mouth or my legs. I can feel eyes on me, the whole of the camp witnessing my punishment for something I had no hand in. Just another day in the life of Matilda Mae. Always in trouble for something I have no control over. Shit, this time I didn’t even open my damn mouth. I pick up the pace as I grow more frustrated inside, my footsteps louder and louder sounding like a stampeding horse when I realize…I’m not running alone. For a second I get excited thinking maybe Anna is serving the same punishment…that is until the first hand lands on my back, shoving me forward.

But all I could think of was the time I spend here with my mate. There were so many memories to let go. Her naked body under the shower with water cascading her curves, her sweet moans, the way she explodes throwing her head back with her eyes half closed as she screams my name.[2] The memories haunted me to where I couldn’t stand anymore. I dried off and put my clothes going into the office. My mom was already there in her seat reading through some files. After my mate eloped, she took back the role of the Luna again helping me with running the pack and our business.

“Thank you, Ezra. I will talk to you later, bye.” “Don't hang up yet. I need to tell you something.” Perry said quickly. She snatched the phone off the table and ran to the room. She was shutting the door behind her. I curled up on the couch and stared blankly at the wall. I practically wept all through the flight down to New York. The plane didn't land until the early hours of the morning. Perry had been thoughtful enough to give me a safe sleeping pill. I wouldn't have caught a wink of sleep. I thought I would keep crying when I woke up. Instead, my eyes felt dry. Almost as if I had exhausted all the liquid my body could remit. I woke up a few minutes ago when Ezra's call came in.

Azazel’s voice whispered inside Matthew’s mind as his soul was confused for a minute. ‘Go on sweetheart. your priest is waiting.’ The real Matthew blinked as if waking from a dream. The last thing he remembered was making love to his Khatri in this confessional while promising him that he’d come to this baptism. But Matthew wasn’t extremely worried because this wasn’t the first time there'd be gaps in his memories. The missing memories always came back whenever they wanted to, filling him with the things he did that he must have forgotten about. He glanced down at himself, cheeks turning red the moment he noticed how sheer his robe was under the light, almost revealing his lithe naked body.

Matthew asked again, his tone showing that he didn't trust me at all. Matthew was a man with a good memory, he would usually remember what he said very well. The things he suspected were often wrong, but this time I wouldn't believe Matthew. “You clearly said that, how could you forget?” I glared at Matthew. Actually, I didn't even remember that Matthew promised to agree to let me work anywhere I liked or not but I still asserted with great confidence, I couldn't lose my spirit.

my eyes were full of tears, and my voice trembled, “Why do you insist on protecting her?” “I’m not protecting anyone, and don’t cry like someone has hurt you deeply. If you didn’t do anything to Mel, why would she cause trouble for you?!” Matthew yelled at me. His statement sent a chill down my spine as I said, “I hope you won’t regret your words later.” I looked at the smiling Melanie and continued, “You want to bite back at me, even now. Fine, I’ll tell everyone what you’ve been up to.” I pulled out my phone and opened a voice recording. Then I slammed my phone on the table with a loud bang.

he ordered while holding my head lightly as I stayed inside his arms. I was trying to calm myself. My memories kept on bugging me, they're inside my head messing me up. It's suffocating me, I couldn't breathe. I was trying to fight it but it's hunting me. Tears were starting to form in my eyes and the flashback before my eyes started as I hear the cry and sob of my mother along with the loud gunshot that killed my father. "Hey, hey. Samantha, I'm here. Calm down, I'm here. You are safe."

I guess he has swallowed whatever thing he initially wanted to say and I am so glad, because, after the crappy day I have had today, the last thing I want is someone scolding me for being so reckless. "I know and please don't lecture me about it, I did what I had to do for the most two important people in my life," I say grabbing the water bottle and I empty the remaining content in a swill. "Trust me, I wasn't going to lecture you." He tells me and then he takes a deep breath. "Matt is such an asshole, who does that to a woman he is supposedly in love with?" "Matthew, only him." "Do you have your copy of the signed document?"

His eyelids were getting heavier and he was slowly blacking out. “Damn… I’m getting sleepier…” Matthew tried to fight the urge but he was miserably failing. “I can’t…” :Rest well boy. You’ll need it.: “That voice again... It keeps calling me ‘boy’, does it know me? Well... it did say I lost some memories. Maybe… If I sleep right now, I could get some… Advice?” Matthew fell asleep as soon as he finished speaking. Without any knowledge of how the others were, he sought advice from a voice within his head or perhaps maybe even a new power.