Larry Fic Rec Novels & Stories

Larry said quietly, “that you never ever get pregnant for Hector.” I blinked. “…Larry, what are you talking abou—” The words caught in my throat.

"Larry, the fax is here!" "I'm on it!" Larry doubled up to retrieve the document from the fax machine. The department was on the hunt for the next big talents out there; for advertisement purposes. After Jake's overnight transfer, Larry became a much-preferred candidate for errands. It wasn't done to punish him; Larry was just that good at handling pressure.

They seemed to be in a heated argument about something but I didn’t bother to check on them because I already knew that it was part of the plan. As expected, I could see Larry, he had a wide grin on his face. One that seemed too sinister and dark to be seen in a serene place such as this. As soon as he laid his filthy eyes on me, he grinned, waved dramatically at me, and then went back to sipping his wine when I didn’t wave back. “Bastard,” I muttered, rolling my eyes, and as soon as I said that, a voice rang out from my earpiece, momentarily shocking me as I hadn’t expected anyone to talk just yet.

In other words, Larry felt disappointed in himself, the least he could do right now was to gather as much evidence as possible to go table it directly at the table of the vampire lord, Lucifer Morningstar. The guts of him deceiving everyone with the talk of peace, between all three races when his people are busy doing whatever they liked. They had killed off an innocent elderly lady. Not only could he not keep his promise of bringing Ricca back, he has no lead in the investigation after Frederick has come back empty handed. Apparently, on the day Ricca had gone missing, she didn't go to the club, so the cctv was only able to get footage of her for the other days.

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.”

The figure straightens up, circling the table, intent on his game until, at the other side, facing us now, he startles as he sees us. "Larry? And..." His eyes settle on me, his forehead creasing, then recognition sparks. He stares at me, flat-eyed, then looks back to Klempner, ignoring me completely. From a side door, Ricky appears, with another man, an obvious heavy. "In here..." The bouncer comes barrelling in; well over six feet tall, he could compete with Michael for build, but lacks the looks and the charm. "Mr Finchby..." Finchby holds up a palm. "It's fine, Leroy. Mr Klempner and I are old friends."

Larry then moved on to Rebecca’s other stocking, repeating the processing and getting in plenty of gropes of her long, smooth legs. “My turn now,” Larry said at last as he returned to his seat, his crotch showing clear evidence of his arousal. Larry drew a nine of spades. “Looks like you’re going to take the shirt right off my back,” he said to Rebecca, holding his hands up in surrender.

Larry frowned when he saw her, remembering how Walker Industries had thrown Lucy under the bus, and his tone turned frigid. "Give me Sarah's contact information." Sophia's face shifted. She instantly understood exactly why Larry wanted Sarah's details. "You want Sarah to lie and change her story for Lucy! What makes Lucy worth going to such lengths?" "Lucy and I are none of your business." Larry, still reeking of alcohol and wearing a cold expression, shoved Sophia aside. "Send me Sarah's contact information."

As he stared at me, while we walked, his eyes bored intensely into me, willing me, almost begging me, for me to return his intense gaze, but I could not , I just could not, my night time fluffy slippers continued to make the alternate slapping noise on the stone flagged floor as it hit it as we continued walking, I did not know what Larry had going on, but he had only been back just for a day and he had already managed to rattle every one's nerves, we were all wary and suspicious of his actions but no one was willing to say it aloud, the brothers Lucas, Lynn and Lincoln were at the very least convinced that he was well and truly their brother for some reason, but she had not been there at th

Larry replied in an aggressive tone. “Whose child is this? Does the mother know?” “It's my daughter, Tiffany!” he replied, agitated. Lucifer looked at Larry, holding his daughter's body in his arm, speechless. He had to walk up to Larry and look at larry empathetically. He took a deep breath as his eyes darkened; the vein stood out on his neck, and he said in a deep, angered tone. “Did the Americans do this?” Larry looked at Lucifer and wanted to retaliate, but he kept calm.