Fanart Larry Stylinson Novels & Stories

"But I wanted to humiliate her publicly the same way she humiliated me publicly. I want to turn the whole world against her the same way she turned the whole world against me. I want to crush her career the exact way she crushed mine." "I know." She grins. "But isn't it a little more fun when you have the power to crush her and you keep threatening her with it for years?" A knock on the door puts a pause to the conversation. Lana opens the door wide for Larry. This is the first time I've met him in person. He's a cute tall guy with glasses. And Lana was right. He does smell like flowers. He walks in with another woman behind him, dragging her suitcase. She's a short woman with long wild hair

“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

As if-- "Mallory? May I have a word with you?" I shiver. I even freeze. The awful voice of Larry snakes around my ears, making the hairs of my back stand on ends. I slowly turn around to see him in yet another hideous floral-printed short-sleeved shirt, tucked under an even more awful pair of what seems to be hipster jeans. "Sure," I only whisper and follow him to his office. "Mallory, I need to apologize for my behaviour," Larry murmurs with head slightly bowed down so he doesn't face me, yet I notice the almost healed bruise on his left cheek. A mark left from his own son.

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.

he added. "Yeah,and I love it that way."Annie replied and Larry grinned and stuck out a tongue Garry who scoffed. "And also, I'm dangerously handsome,with nice abs,nice gaits and Larry is just the opposite of that. His body still looks like that of a boy... especially his chest...so flat unlike how a man's chest should be." "I hate what is dangerous. Larry might not have abs but do you know?,I hate men with abs,they seems too huge for me."

Larry said quietly. "You're exactly the man you were," she countered. "You’re already trying to change his name. You’re already running background checks on my friends. You’re trying to control the narrative before you’ve even learned his favorite color." Larry looked down at the folders. "Blue. His favorite color is blue. And he likes dinosaurs. Especially the ones with the long necks." Megan blinked, caught off guard. "You noticed."

"I'm telling the truth, but if Miss McKenzie doesn't like it, I can change it to a lie." "Hey... Are you really angry?" Monica stopped joking. Or should it be that Monica had also sensed something amiss and no longer dared to joke with him. However, Larry was the grandson of Uncle Nolan, after all. Although he was not the son of an aristocratic family, he still had pride. Therefore, although he did not lose his temper with Monica due to various reasons, it did not mean that he was not angry. Just like now, he was really angry, but he kept smiling and continued to deny it. "No..."

And deep down, under the sarcasm and stress and exhaustion… a tiny part of me wasn’t laughing anymore. ——————- Larry’s POV Meanwhile, in the back office… Larry sat hunched over his desk, swirling whiskey in a chipped mug. His temple throbbed where the can had hit. “That little brat,” he muttered. His office smelled like cheap cologne, expired air freshener, and defeat. He winced and groaned as he gently pressed the peas to his head. “Damn, that girl broke my face.” “She’s hiding something,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes. “No way that kind of strength’s natural.”

“It’s me.” Marvin’s jaw tightened. “Larry.” Larry let out a short, bitter laugh. “Ah… the great Marvin. I should have known you’d be listening in.” “I’m only going to say this once,” Marvin said slowly, his voice deep. “Stay away from Maya. Don’t call her, don’t text her, don’t even breathe in her direction. If you do… things will get worse for you.” There was another pause, then Larry laughed again, but this time it sounded darker, colder. “Worse? You think I’m scared of you? Marvin… this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

" Larry opened the door slowly , and walked to his father's bedpost. Mister Larson tilted his head ,to look at Larry . "Here you are ,ungrateful son!" , Mister Larson said to Larry. " Hey dad, i'm glad to see that you're still that moody old man . Haha. How are you? " Larry asked , with a smile. "Just..rose up from the dead...how do you think i feel, huh? " "Please dad , stop with your sarcasm. I don't want to quarrel with you. " Mister Larson scowled at him ,then asked :