Larry Reads Novels & Stories

Larry’s voice drifted from behind her, casual and smug. Lauren turned, her glare locking onto him. He leaned against the doorframe, that infuriating grin plastered on his face like it belonged there. “Where’s my chair, Larry?” she demanded, placing her books on the desk with a sharp thud. He shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you bring a chair from your house?” “Don’t play dumb. I know it was you.” Larry feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “Me? Accuse me of such crime? Lauren, I’m hurt.”

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 medicine and get shots. It's so sad, I don't ever want to be sick anymore." "Larry, if you don't want to get sick, you need to take care of yourself and not be picky with food, do you understand?" Karen was not aware of what illness Lawrie had. She did not give much thought to the matter as she assumed that his ailment was not something critical, such as a cold or a stomachache. Larry answered obediently, "Yes, I know."

The former extended his hand quickly to grab the document and began scanning the lines. Larry's narrowed gaze twinkled yet he did not steal a glance at the document. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. “Larry…” When Stanley was finished, he raised his head and lifted his eyes to meet Larry's gaze. He parted his lips to speak but hesitated for a brief second. “It’s better if you read it yourself.” Larry remained silent. He exhaled slowly and silently before extending his arm to retrieve the document handed over by Stanley. A person with eagle eyes would notice that right at this very moment, Larry's movement seemed hesitant and stiff.

It made my fear grow so much. Sasha leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Your brother-in-law- to-be is now a professor here, you're so lucky!" I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, lucky me." More like unlucky me. Larry's gaze finally landed on me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Lily," he said, and I froze, "why don't you read the first paragraph?"

He asked, eyes slightly wide. “Something of that sort.” I got up. “Send it when you can and then we can move forward. And yeah, next time, let’s use our gadgets to communicate instead of doing things like we’re in the stone age.” Larry found my words funny because he laughed. “Sorry, Mr. Jay:” And then his eyes swept back to Stacy. “I’m Larry by the way!” he called after us before we were out of the door. Stacy stopped by the door. She smiled shyly, hands-on the knob. “Stacy. Sorry for disrupting again.”

I needed time and space and definitely not this room full of people. I held onto the letter for as long as I reasonably could, and then Larry's voice cut through my calculations. "Give it to me." I looked at him. He was sitting up in the bed with his jaw set and his eyes carrying that particular flat steadiness that most people never saw in him because most people made the mistake of reading Larry's quietness as softness. But It was not softness. I had known that since long before he knew I was paying attention. "Larry—"

"Damn it, you have the guts to say it again?" Being slapped directly to his face, Larry turns over on the spot. He doesn't study well at ordinary times. He follows a group of young people and has a big temper.

Loving on a borrowed time Larry was fixing his gaze on his desktop trying to decipher the numerical figures that were displayed on the spreadsheet in his ledger . He was looking nervous as he was struggling to balance the numbers that seemed to be confusing him every time he tried to look at them. He was having a meeting in a thirty minute's time. "Oh damn", he said as he was re-working on a same column that seemed to be giving him a hard time.

I didn't have to put it close to my ear to hear Larry. “Alpha he’s awake..”

My heart skipped, but I didn’t move. Another knock. Firmer. “Open the door.” I looked at the sleeping pup. At her tiny chest rising and falling. At her fragile body resting in a place Zara would never expect to find her. I walked to the door slowly and cracked it open. Larry stood there, arms folded, eyes hard, expression unreadable. He looked at me… …then past me… …and his gaze landed on the bed. “What is that?” he demanded. “A pup.” “I can see that.”