Neil Perry Novels & Stories

ASHTON "Introducing Perry, also known as Samson Perry," Willow narrates, "a twenty-six-year-old Leo and former tattoo artist. He comes from an Irish background and is skilled in mixed martial arts." Perry twirls at the end of his walk and takes a bow. Without realizing it, I've been absentmindedly munching on some mediocre cookies. I finish my third one, surprised that Maddy seems to enjoy them enough to reach for more. Willow straightens herself up. "Perry, if you had to choose one word to describe yourself, what would it be?"

Perry said lifting his eyes from the large 75" television set that had been showing the news all the way to facing his partner in ricocheting words across the distance of the living room. "Oh! " was all Temi could reply with as he also stared at his friend who sat tired on the chair. The flight trip had worn him out. "Hey dude! You want to tell me you have become a priest?" Temi started at Perry. "What?" Perry asked with a grin. "I thought you would have come over here to grab this bottle from me. " Perry laughed. "I'm sure you don't get drunk neither." "That's my point." "I just want to be clear."

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

“Well, what do you guys think? Think he can join our little house band?” Dominique asked. “He’s good. I say yes,” Melissa replied. “I agree,” Post said. “Well, Nathaniel, it looks like you’re in if you want to be. I’ll warn you, though, we don’t get paid. We just do this for fun. We practice twice a week and play once a week on Fridays for at least an hour.” “I don’t need the money. I told you, I’m doing this because I love to play, and it helps me relax.”