Matthew Perry Memoir Audiobook Novels & Stories

"That was... thorough. Thank you." "I’m an executive assistant," Miriam shrugged. "It’s my job to know everything. Like how you take your coffee disgustingly black, how you check the perimeter three times before you sit down, and how you pretend not to like the music I play in the car." Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly. "I don't like it." "If you say so, big guy. I've seen you tapping your foot to Taylor Swift." "Involuntarily." Matthew lied smoothly. She was about to say something when the plane suddenly rocked. They had hit the cloud Matthew predicted they would soon hit.

Not cold. Not indifferent. Broken. "I'm sorry." His voice was so quiet I almost missed it. I stared at him. "No." The word escaped before I could stop it. "You never said that." "I did." His eyes never left mine. "You couldn't hear me." A sharp ache settled beneath my ribs. That couldn't be true. I'd replayed my death so many times that every detail had become part of me. Those memories had guided every decision since returning to the past. They were the foundation beneath everything I'd done.

She paused trying to remember their discussion. Matthew listened to her story carefully. He had heard a part of it from his friends but had no clue what really happened. “He sat next to me and started to talk. He had an old notebook in his hands. We talked for hours. To be honest, I don't remember much from it but the conclusion was simple. The pain will pass over time, but it's up to us what we do with it. I wrote the article with him then." "Do you know who the man was?" Mathew interrupted her seeing pain on her face again.

He looked at me and nodded with a serious expression. “Wait, are you serious?” I asked with wide eyes. Matthew stared at me and said “Yes,” You have got to be joking, was the last thing I thought to myself as we pulled out of my parents driveway. A/N: Hi everyone! THIS BOOK IS ALMOST DONE! I DECIDED TO WRITE THE LAST CHAPTERS IN ALI'S AND MATTHEWS P.O.V. I am really on a roll today, and I am happy to say that it's all thanks to you guys. Your positive comments keeps me going and the support you give is awesome. My schedule is still going to be with me uploading chapters on Mon-Thurs at 10:00PM & Friday at 5:00PM Hawaii Standard time, but I wanted to give you guys, lots of extra ones today. I

His voice came out firm, but with a slight tremor that revealed the boy still living beneath the surface: "Mom… I want the full story. No filters. No half-truths. I read your book. I saw the way Dad looks at you sometimes, like he still wants to protect you from something old. I deserve to know. I’m an adult now." Maeve took a deep breath. Her eyes filled with tears before she even began. She reached out her hand, and Matthew held it tightly, as if he already knew he would need to anchor them both. "Okay, my son. You deserve the whole truth."

Wouldn’t remember. Matthew told himself it was nothing. Just curiosity. Just wanting to know how they felt. On his fingers. Just once..... Slowly, he reached out. With every inch closer, his heartbeat thundered louder. His breath turned shallowand his fingers trembled as they hovered, so close he could almost feel warmth— The door suddenly slammed open Matthew recoiled instantly, hand snapping back behind him as if burned. His expression hardened just as a man rushed inside, panic radiating off him as he went straight to the bed.

The rest of my sentence got cut off, as he shoved me back with so much force and I stumbled, falling onto the bed. “I’ll help you… Let me remind you what it feels like to get fucked by your mate. You spend one night with another man and you suddenly lose your memory. Don’t worry, I'll help.” I don’t know if it was shock that had me glued in place, disbelief washed through my soul as I watched my mate undo his pants, and pull out his cock. “Hunter…. This is…. You can’t really think this is right.” I all but yelled as he stepped forward, and I scrambled to get out of bed.

"How could you not have seen him? You were just taking pictures with us a moment ago—" I froze. The photo we had just taken was gone. Even the ones I had posted on social media and in the clan group chat had disappeared. What the hell was going on? "Child, I don't know what you're talking about," Helena said calmly. "The ceremony is still ongoing. Why don't you go back to your seat?" I didn't move. Instead, I turned to Elder Thomas, desperate for confirmation. "Elder Thomas, you saw my mate, didn't you? You said he had clear eyes and that my dad would be pleased!"

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

Matthew looked at her dotingly. Lucy finally closed her eyes with a look of satisfaction on her face. Matthew’s pleasing voice resonated in Lucy’s ears. His voice was so pleasing that anyone would want to stay awake and listen to him talk, but the book he was reading was about psychology! Lucy was starting to feel regretful. If she had known, she would have asked Matthew to read from a different book. Since he had already started and she had her eyes closed, she could not be bothered to tell him. She simply listened.