Novel & Cerita Matthew Perry Memoir Audiobook

“I warned you about waiting for me. You could have spent the whole day with your girlfriend, or done something else. But you were bent on waiting instead. I hope it was worth it?” “Drive.” Matthew was still trying to wipe the sleep from his face. Five hours. I had left him here five hours ago. He said nothing. Just pressed the start button. The engine growled in that familiar rev, then sped off. I was still taking off my shoes when Aldwin walked into my room. “How was your meeting with Dr. Parker?” He pocketed his hands, his gaze fixed on me. “It went well.” I left the strap and looked at him. “Good.”

He says. “Is that what got you interested in the place?” He asks, as we took a stroll around Amsterdam. I hate to admit it but Matthew really is good looking. I saw a handful of women turn heads just to take a second glance at him whenever we’re walking. And of course, he’s oblivious to all of it. “Nah.” I tell him. “Although it was also a book that got me interested but it wasn’t fiction but an autobiography.” “Tell me about it.” Matthew says curiously. That’s one thing I like about him. He’s always interested with the things that I like and always wants me to tell him about it.

MIRACLE POV I tell everything to Matthew in detail about how he was considered dead and then I was kicked out of the pack. I told him about how I survived for a few years as a rogue but I didn’t tell him about Cain and how I came to Red Moon Pack. “ That’s a lot to take in. ” Matthew sighs after staying silent for almost an hour as he listened to me carefully. Silence falls between us this time. My eyes are fixed at his right arm which is still caged between my hands.

But something in his tone—honest, almost pleading—made me stop. “Yes,” I said finally, voice barely above a whisper. “I do.” His eyes widened. “I made mistakes, Matthew,” I continued, my tone calm but rough-edged. “I was too proud. Too late to admit what I felt. I lost the only woman who ever meant something to me. And my son… I left him behind.” Matthew’s gaze softened. “If Mr. Archie were still alive,” he said, his eyes misting, “he would be so proud. He always believed in family above everything else.”

I stopped and turned to face him fully My eyes were steady and cold “Because not once not even once did I ever see myself as the bad person in our story” Matthew swallowed hard but he still remained silent And looking at his face my heart skipped and I remembered those times I stupidly and blindingly did whatever he wanted No I told myself not again after a very silent atmosphere and I noticed he wasn't saying anything I decided to just leave because my resolve was failing me “Are you done talking now?” I asked, voice soft but firm “Because I think I have a better place to be” “What’s wrong with you, I?” Matthew burst “Like… exactly what is wrong with you? Is it because I didn’t come home fo

“We all know you’re an assfucker, so--- he started. But the door slammed. And I realized Noah was gone. Something inside me snapped. “You know,” I said, reaching for my bag, “you spend a lot of time thinking about gay sex for a guy who’s been benched half the season.” The air went still. “You trying to tell us something, Matty?” I dragged his name out, slow and mean. Matt’s mouth opened. Closed. He didn’t say shit. I grabbed my hoodie, shoved the phone and the note in my bag, and slung it over my shoulder.

Max set the phone down on the desk between them. "Would you like to try that again," Max said. His voice had dropped to something quiet, which I had learned was considerably more dangerous than Max being loud. "Or would you like to tell me what Chase Pemberton is paying you for." Dr. Matthew opened his mouth. Whatever he had prepared to say did not arrive. What arrived instead was Max's hand closing around the front of his jacket, and Dr. Matthew being brought forward across the desk with a speed that made me take one sharp step into the room before I caught myself.

I can’t lose my son. Levi. Count your breaths because you’re dead. Once I find you, you’re going to be begging for death before I’m through. HARRIET POV I can hear the pads of paws coming in fast, hitting the ground in a rhythmic beating. I strain my dying body to push up on the bed in the RV this monster murdered a human to steal and glance out the window.

He immediately started to grin like a fool. "Hey Audrey, I am so sorry I am calling this late. I am only just having my lunch break now. I hope it's not too late for us to eat lunch?" Mathew's voice shook as he spoke, all at once, in one breath, with his shaky voice betraying his nervousness. Audrey first let out a short chuckle before saying, "It's fine Matt, I have been so busy myself. I will text you the address. How long is your lunch break?" she ended with a question.

I was passing the old media lab when a sound stopped me in my tracks. It was a low, guttural groan, like someone in pain. I slowed my pace, my heart hammering against my ribs, and approached the door, about to push it open and offer help. And every coherent thought I had ever possessed left my brain at once when my eyes caught the interior of the room through the slightly ajar door. Matthew was leaning against the back wall, head tipped back, jaw tight, his eyes locked on something on his phone screen. His hand was wrapped around himself through his shorts, moving in a slow, deliberate stroke that made my mouth go completely dry.