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"You heard then the first time, either you comply or we do it the hard way." Noor said. "You want money, right? I know that is what lowlife like you want, so name your bloody price." Lauren speaks in so much anger, Larry is waiting for Lauren, he is getting scared but too scared to step down from the car, the last time, he and Lauren embark on such a trip and he disobeys, he almost loses his life, so he had to stay and wait since he hasn't heard any noise, he just felt maybe, they are on a compromise.

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking about my mom is all.” Larry tears up. He actually does, in fact, he starts bawling. “I miss my mom and dad too! I miss mom’s spaghetti Bolognese…and…and..her leftover meatloaf…and…oh my goddess! Mom’s Hawaiian pizza! It’s her signature dish…mppph!” “Shuuushhhh!” I say as I quickly slap my palm over his mouth. “Not so loud, you doufus! They might hear us!” Larry pushes my hand away and wipes the drool from his lips. “You know what, Hope? You have the face of an angel but you speak like the devil.”

Kaze said, interrupting Dan. Lance and Naomi were waiting for Kaze to tell Dan to rescue Larry but he did not say anything else. Lance grumbled, “What about Larry? Kaze, what are you doing? My son is more important than your wife’s car!” Kaze glanced at the man and scoffed, “To be honest, your son’s life is not even worth a wheel of my wife’s car. Are you happy now?” He had seen too many dead people on the battlefield. A rascal like Larry could die ten thousand times over and it still did not matter to him.

Larry stared at me in shock, as if he'd seen a ghost. "You... you couldn't possibly..." he stumbled backward. "You're... reborn, too?" "Yes," I sneered. "I remember everything. I remember the silver. I remember the pain. I remember bleeding out in your arms while you watched." Though wounded, Derek was sharp enough to understand the terrifying truth behind our words. He forced himself to his feet and stood protectively in front of me. Larry's face was ashen, his body swaying. "No... that's impossible... if you knew all along..." His eyes suddenly widened in horror. "Then everything... everything I did to you in this life..."

Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life. There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought. For me, what is living? I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I still couldn't understand what it's saying or what it's telling me. Because, how can you understand if your life has no purpose or direction. I wanted to experience being alive. Living with having a goal leading you to an imaginary final destination. Creating or drawing a picture in your mind of yourself achieving your dreams. Being to know the right path for you; that you won't even work half as h

Life for me. ***

Larry was just staring at me which was kind of weird but we just started reliving the day's events once again. At that point, Larry mentioned that it was times like this that made him miss being married. He liked sharing the highs and lows of life with someone and a day like today was like an aphrodisiac. He missed the companionship but I knew what he meant. I felt the same way. While I never thought of Larry in a sexual way, we both shared a very exciting achievement together and it got me a little horny. I wished my husband was there but he wasn't.

He might just be a normal human, but Larry knows that he will do his best to make a difference, unlike the rest that bow at the feet of the vampires and werewolves just to survive, he will shut them all why it’s wrong to underestimate human nature. Once he saw who was at the door, he opened it and walked in Henry who’s hand was full. “What took you so long? I was freezing out there?” Henry complained, as he made his way inside his apartment. He looked around to see how disorganized Larry’s home was, as expected, his house was a mess. The living where he was with filled with papers and documents and canned noodles and drinks. Is that all that he was living on for a week? Henry thought.

It’s fascinating watching this as I belong here with him; like I haven’t touched anything that ultimately belongs to him. I have always quite liked Larry and not because of the way he leaves his life on the edge most of the time, although I suppose that’s part of the reason. I think it’s in the way he always seems to know just what to say at the right time. Today, though, this version of Larry is astounding. I know Larry enough to know that this isn't real. He has to mean something else with all of this good-natured talk. What's going on?

I bit my lip in anger. TBC. Sorry it short. Please guys please continue staring and liking . Please you people are making me unhappy..