Reid Perry Novels & Stories

Or reassuring. Stephanie responded at once this time. No hesitation. No diversion. Perry felt his shoulders relax. He had been so tense, and now he wasn’t. “Do you think she’s okay?” Bryan asked. Perry nodded that he understood “She’s getting there.” Tyler cocked his head. “You sound certain.” Perry shrugged . “I tested him.” Bryan snorted. “You and Tyler faked injury.”

“I don’t ask for peace. I don’t deserve it. But I beg, just beg, that the children, our children that have been left behind might find a better path than we carved. That they don’t pay the price for our sins… I have taught them wrong, failed all of them, from your child to my own children, I have failed as a father and a family.” Reid’s hand tightens around the bottle until his knuckles ache. He should be storming forward, dragging the man up, spitting fury in his face for daring to mourn at the graves of the two people he lost most in the world. And yet… he can’t. Because what he’s watching isn’t a performance, it isn’t the smooth speeches of boardrooms or the defensive bluster of a man try

Nodding sadly in agreement, Jordan let out a heavy sigh, training his sight on the lucky insects that would never experience the burden that came with being a Dawson. In an attempt to clear the thicket of restlessness that clung to the air, Jordan shifted to a lighter aspect of the subject at hand “Is everything in order? Did Riley go over protocols with you?” this time, his voice coming out calm and rich in timbre. A smirk in response made its appearance on Reid’s face “you know contrary to popular belief, present company included, I do know what I’m doing.” Reid had a reputation for being...particular. Everything he did, he did with precision and a scary level of control even though nobody

"They're my teammates, that conversation was happening in my locker room, so that makes it my problem." "I don't need you to fight my battles." "I didn't fight your battle," he said. "I shut down something disgusting that was happening in my space." I stared at him."Why do you even care?" I asked, and I meant it as a genuine question, but it came out like a challenge, "You don't even like me." He stared back at me,"Go home, Harper," he said. And he walked past me and didn't look back and I stood outside the athletics building with the late afternoon sun bathing, with the absolute inability to make sense of Ashton Reid, which was rapidly becoming the most consistent feature of my life.

“At the Barrymore’s cookout, I witnessed Perry having a heated argument with some guy. Perry said it was just family business and not to worry about it. But I think it must have been about what McBain wanted him to do.” Grayson walked over to a framed picture of Perry and Jacob sitting on a bookshelf. “This is Perry’s son?” I glanced over. “Yeah, that’s Jacob.” Hurrying back over to his laptop, Grayson pulled up some more photos. “No, this is Perry’s son.” He turned the laptop to face me. I looked at the photo of Perry holding a little boy, about 4 years old. Unlike the Jacob I met, this boy had Perry’s large, expressive blue eyes and dark brown hair. Anyone could see, Perry was clearly that

"I could throw you another pillow if you say any other word there, man." "What did I do wrong? She was determined to go! Was I supposed to tie her down or something?" He snapped back at Khalid. "Well, now that you've let her go, you plan to return to your vomit?" "Eww, what the fuck?" Perry stared at him irritatedly. "Gloria isn't my vomit. I still love her." Khalid scoffed. "Prove it." Perry tried to convince Khalid that he still loved Gloria and that his relationship with Autumn was a mistake, he opened his mouth and couldn't even say anything.

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?"