Larry From Sally Face Novels & Stories

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.”

he says to Gary who stared at him with his scary eyes. “Won’t you say a word Gary, or maybe you might have forgotten to speak with all that muscle and new body you got there, did it take away your brains too” he keeps on mocking him and smiling to himself. Gary growls and changes his sitting position, Larry who was about to leave keenly watches him. “You evil” he says in a very scary voice and Larry is so surprised that he could speak, he claps out so hard laughing to the top of his voice.

The young girl smiled lightly, a little creepily. "Eh, it's good, that Scarface you mentioned, have you seen him before?" "No." The young girl shook her head. "Oh." Larry had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but what exactly, he didn't know. After eating the meal, Larry suddenly felt a surge of heat all over his body. He immediately took his clothes off, but there was barely any improvement. Gradually, Larry’s eyes began to drift up, he felt a strange sense of an inexplicable impulse, and his eyes were red.

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!"

“Why would I do that? I’m pretty settled here.” “I know your business doesn’t exactly pay well,” I reply without hesitation as I wheel into the road. “But I’m willing to give you a good amount. Enough to make sure Juniper never has to see your face again.” Larry’s grin widens as he takes another puff from his cigarette. “Oh, I see. Protective boyfriend,” he says, and I glance at him. “I know you guys aren’t really married. Sally is a good friend,” he adds, and I do not reply to him.

I could hear papers ruffling and placing my fingerprint against the door, I nudged it open. Okay, it seems I was interrupting something, or so I had thought until I saw the look on Larry's face that blossomed into a smile when he saw me. " I hope I am not interrupting anything," I said as I walked over to meet him. He had his hands wide open, waiting for me to come to him. " You look so beautiful, don't tell me you went to the mall this way," I bit on my lips, giving him the answer, which was pretty obvious.

Being a rival to any family member is never in his plans despite how special his feelings are towards the girl. "I know him?" confused and anxious, he whispers. This time, he is dreading the answers to his queries. "Yes, of course. You know everyone" with a sly smile, Larry briefly replies. "Who?" gulping nervously, he asks with closed eyes. Larry watches the fear cross his handsome face. He can't help but pity, and at the same time be amused with him. "YOU" Larry amusingly mutters. ****😉****

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.”

"Happy birthday, baby Ellah'', Larry pecked her on her forehead and placed a box on the table where the already cut cake was placed. I didn't even notice when he stood up from where he sat. He turned to go and our eyes met, he smiled and approached me. "Nina", he greeted. "Larry", I called. "Sorry for coming late, I needed to sort a few things out at the office", he explained. "You've been off and on recently, Larry. I hope all is well?" "Absolutely", he grinned. "Just trying to sort some things out." The grin wasn't genuine and I couldn't overlook that. "Larry, don't give me that shit. I know there is something." He opened his mouth to talk and quickly shut It turning to watch Daisy and her

Annie stared at him in discombobulation. What's up with him?. Larry jumped up from the bed and Annie moved back. "My pink face!!."he yelled while beaming with weird smiles. What the.... He started coming towards her and Annie kept moving back but finally ran out of the room. Larry followed her. "My pink face!." What?!. Annie turned back and saw him running after her. This crazy guy!!!. **