Fanart Larry Stylinson の小説・ストーリー

“Number one, find that man’s address. Tell Seth that he's the one who cut the ropes of the curtain to injure Stacy, and that he did so for Xynthia Zimmer to rise in rank!” “Number two, tell the entire entertainment industry to put Xynthia Zimmer on their blacklists. If anyone supports her, they will be considered my enemy!” “Number three, tell everyone in Mordu that I want Harvey York to kneel and beg for mercy in front of me tomorrow! I don’t care who’s supporting him. He’ll die without a burial spot if he refuses to do as I say!” After barking out a string of orders, Larry took another fierce puff of his cigar and exclaimed, “A runt dares to go against me just because he has connections wi

“Larry.” “You’re fucking him,” Calvin said. Larry shrugged. Calvin shook his head. He wasn’t bothered about his friend’s sexuality but was annoyed at him for bringing his partner here. What happened to respecting choices? How did he expect Hana to feel about this? “If it makes you feel better,” Larry started. He had a slant cut across his brow that gave him a resemblance to Aquaman. Calvin didn’t like him. “We are fucking each other.” Turning his back to the mirror so he didn’t have to look into the bitter eyes of Larry, he pushed his hands back to grab the sink.

One of the men said, he raised Lauren's hand but it fell back to the floor, he pushed his hair back to see his face but his eyes were covered like some dead man. "You are very stubborn, you want to show us that you're tough, all this would not have happened, if you just did a sigh of worship but no, you have to fight," Noor said as he ran his hand through Lauren's hair and the boys beat Larry. "Brother!" Larry called faintly, he too was losing it, he didn't even try to fight before they hit on him, Larry is a lazy scared bone, and when his gaze meets the time on Mandy's skin, he yells.

LARRY: “That’ll melt half the country. We’ll get sponsors, investors, pity votes. And when the board starts leaning my way again… boom. I take back the company.” Anita scribbled it all down, her mouth tight. She didn’t like the way he was smiling. But she had learned long ago to keep her thoughts quiet around men like Larry. After Anita left, Larry stood in front of the mirror, straightened his collar, and took one last admiring look at himself. “Both women played their part beautifully,” he muttered. “Audrey, the little firecracker. June, the perfect fallen angel.” He raised his glass to the reflection.

He darts his eyes between both of us until it finally stops in front of me like he is secretly asking me for help. I step forward, frowning. "Listen, Caroline. It's fine, it doesn't matter. I'm sure he's got his reasons." She turns to me and rolls her eyes like she is exasperated from asking the same questions again and again. “It's not fine, Larry. He's a little kid and little kids wanna eat cookies and drink milk and do…things." "I know," I say and swallow. "But he doesn't." Little Larry shakes his head. "I wanna eat the kind of cookies Tiffany used to bake for me!"

Keegan always felt that Larry was a bit too concerned about Stella. Getting reassigned and having a pay cut when you're already strapped for cash would make most people resentful. But not only did Larry not complain, he even gave Stella a drawing by his own son, which was quite unusual.

He stepped forward and was ready to attack the Horton. In response, Lola and Olga quickly held Larry by his left and right hand, “ready?” Lola asked, his stepbrother. Larry nodded confidently, “ready!” The next thing he knew, the twins threw him onto Trent and Larry’s ass quickly landed right on Trent’s face. Bewildered by what just happened, Trent tried to pull Larry’s ass out of his face. But this time, the omega was too strong to be pulled away. Larry giggled and ready for his next move, “take this!” and quickly farted while he was still sitting on Trent’s face.

“What? Have you had too much to drink, Brother Colby? Haven’t you always liked Cheryl?” “Because I was stupid back then! Do you know who Phoebe’s father is?” “Who?” Larry was surprised; he really didn’t know. “Wayne Larsen.” “Huh? The magistrate in Michigan? With such a family background, why didn’t we hear anything of it back then?” “It just means they are low-key people.” ***

Her chair, her desk, even her pens—they were all covered in layers of shiny, reflective foil. “Seriously?” she muttered, peeling back a corner. Larry smirked from his seat, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Looks good, doesn’t it? Very futuristic.” Lauren shot him a withering look. “You have way too much time on your hands.” “You’re just mad because you didn’t think of it first.” “Keep talking, Larry,” she said, ripping at the foil. “You’re only making things worse for yourself.” Despite her protests, Lauren couldn’t deny that Larry’s antics made her laugh—when she wasn’t plotting his demise, of course.