Novel & Cerita Fanart Larry Stylinson

Larry pouted, lips pushed forward, "Mom, I'm not stupid. How could I forget her name? Vanessa is so pretty and she's so nice to me. Her son's also very cute. I'm like his big brother now!" Larry had a very pleasant time with Vanessa today. His face was bright with jolly as he talked about the mother and son. Karen noted, "You seem to like Vanessa very much." Larry nodded, "Vanessa makes yummy chicken wings. I like them very much." "Karen Daly, get to the point already." Mia was impatient, so she asked Larry, "Larry, does Vanessa have a son named Lawrie?" Larry nodded, "His name is Lawrie. He's as cute as I am, but he can't run as fast as I can because he's sick. He also needs to take medicin

Poppy muttered in disappointment. “Mr. Stefan must have informed you earlier. Mrs. Sienna abandoned Robin on his birthday. That kid...” Larry suddenly pressed his closed eyelids, suppressing a cry. “Robin was not even allowed to cry over his mother's disappearance. Mr. Dante actually made Robin angry and bribed him to exact revenge on his mother.” ‘Mr. Dante is definitely creepy and evil.’ Poppy thought as she clenched her fists. Larry still tells stories about Dante firing Robin out of rage every day. Poppy is getting irritated with her husband's grandfather and regrets always being nice to him. However, she had no other option because she was terrified of facing him.

Larry frowned slightly as he spoke without warning. Although Stanley was sure that it could not have been Cherry, he still ordered someone to bring a photo of that woman. What happened at the engagement party today had been plastered all over the news, and photos of Cherry were everywhere to be seen on the internet. “Is that her?” Stanley got the clearest photo with the best angle and pushed it towards the driver. Larry focused his gaze on the driver. He might appear to be indifferent at first glance, but if one were to observe him closely, he or she would realize that there was a hint of mystery deep within his eyes.

That’s when I hear the voice I never wanted to hear again. “Lana?” I look up. Larry. Sitting at a corner table with two friends, coffee in hand, grin spreading like he just won the lottery. He stands up fast, chair scraping loud. “Holy shit, it’s really you.” I don’t smile. “Larry.” He walks over, too close, smelling like cheap cologne and entitlement. “You look… different. Good different. Where’ve you been hiding?” I cross my arms. “Not hiding. Just living.”

Son tries to bring his mom into his video recording scheme. Some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and of course mom/son. Enjoy reading ********** Tiffany was twenty years old when she married "Famous Larry," a self-made millionaire whose chain of used car dealerships had made him a minor celebrity in several Southwestern cities. They met on the beach near Panama City, Florida where Tiffany was waiting in line to get a snow cone with a friend. Larry walked up to her and offered to buy her a car if she would go on a date with him. As outrageous as his offer was, it was just crazy enough to get Tiffany's attention.

“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.” ***

Larry smiles and says, “he is with me." “Listen to this clown,” says Rat to the others, “his no number, nothing.” Larry has his prison clothes on and no tattoos showing. But this 28 can somehow sense something dark about him. Suddenly Larry grabs Rat by the neck and pushes him to the wall, taking off his top, “I stand protected on the ground of Lucifer. If your men try attacking me, I will make sure your lives become more miserable here. This guy, leave him alone he is under Lucifer’s protection,” Larry says as he stabs the plastic fork into Rat's eye. He then lifts him higher against the wall and throws him hard onto the ground as he turns around to look at the 28s. He looks over at the oth

“Larry, can you break things off with your lovers? Can you guarantee no woman will ever step forward to accuse you again? Can you promise there won’t be any more scandals involving you and women?” One question after another, all aimed squarely at Larry. Everyone at Spencer Corporation knew Larry was infamous for his love life. Expecting him to keep it in his pants? That was almost laughable. Larry fired back with a sneer. “Mr. Nottingham, maybe make sure your own house is in order before calling out mine.” Mr. Nottingham scoffed and turned to Marcus. “Look at that—just look at your son. Didn’t learn much else, but sure knows how to sass his elders.”

He pulled an unpleased expression, "Who's she going on a date with?" Larry walked out from where he was watching, walked up to Terry, and said, "She's going on a date with me." Terry looked at Larry with an unimpressed look, "And who are you?" The maid went to answer, "This is-" Larry cut her off, "I'm no one important. I'm just dating Sash." Terry looked at him annoyed, "You're close enough to be calling her by her nickname?" Larry smiled at him, "Of course!"

Larry asked again. Diane was slightly stunned, withdrew her gaze, and stared at Larry: "Who are you?" "I'm Larry, Scott's son." "Oh, you're nothing like your father, you don't have the dominance he had." Diane taunted, "Are you here to inquire about your dad's death?" "You know how he died?" Larry hurried over to the bed. "I'd like you to keep your distance from me." Diane extended her right foot and put her foot against Larry's body.