Larry Stories Novels & Stories

Mister Larson scowled at him ,then asked : "What did the doctor say? How much times is left? " Larry hesitated. He didn't know wether he should answer to this or not. He was afraid that if he ever tell him the truth ,he might fall sick again. But he's also thinking that if he didn't tell him about it himself , then someone else will. And that will be even worst. He cleared his throat ,then said : " One month... Or less ..." Larry was expecting any other reaction, but his father stayed calm. Maybe the sedative was starting to have it's effects.

Behind every successful jerk, there is always a successful bitchass. His cousin,side kick and best friend,Lucas Henderson. They had things in common. If Luke's going to jail,so is Lucas. They were both arrested last week and now, they're coming back. "Great. More troubles." I muttered. We walked in towards our lockers. Mine opposite Ivy's and Scott's. I groaned as I heard some chattering behind me. Some people, for some reason, can't learn to keep their mouth shut. I strained my ears and heard a high-pitched voice you wouldn't wanna hear early in the morning.

Jack's POV After the one night stand I had with the gorgeous and adventureous Ayesha I never saw her again, I went back to the bar hoping I'd meet her but I didn't meet her there. I waited a while then I saw my brother Jerry come in with a lady, beautifully dressed. As he scanned the place standing beside his girl, we locked eyes and his eyes widened in surprise, seeing me there he held the lady he was with by the hand and came towards me. He introduced the lady, beautiful lady as his gifriend and told me he had intentions of marrying her. I was very happy for him and I,engaged her a bit in a conversation, asking her about her parents, herself, her home address, what she did and and how she

he begins, “but I think no one in their right mind would permit that.” ‘I understand,’ I say, translated by Drake, who looks pretty hesitant to do it. ‘You are welcome to the conversation if you like. Just make sure not to tell anyone in case they get scared and panic. It’s a controlled situation, and we really are taking care of it.’ “I know that,” the man says, extending his hand. “I’m Larry. I lost my family to Rogue attacks, and I’m very interested in cracking down on their den. By warehouse, I’m guessing you are referring to that abandoned dump that was burned before?”

Annie replied. Garry squeezed the paper as he stared away in the room. "Larry is really gone. We should try to understand that. Crying for a thousand decades won't bring him back."Garry suddenly said. "It's... it's just hard to believe. No,he is not dead. He might probably be playing games on us....I don't believe..this is all just a nightmare... that I will soon wake up from and see Larry's face as he call me pink face, little miss....kiss stealer..."

Despite her protests, Lauren couldn’t deny that Larry’s antics made her laugh—when she wasn’t plotting his demise, of course. One afternoon, they both ended up in detention, a consequence of one of Larry’s more elaborate pranks involving fake spiders and a very startled teacher. As they sat in silence, Larry leaned over, his voice low. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Lauren rolled her eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. “You think I’m going to tell you?” “Come on, Lauren. Give me a hint.” “Nope.” Larry grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Fine. Guess I’ll just have to surprise you.”

"Thomas!" Larry hails me, glancing over his shoulders and eye peeled to see if anyone was watching us. I jog to him, both of us finding a safe place to chat. I knew from the way he was being careful, whatever he had to say was important. "I have some news youre really gonna like." He starts. My ears perk up immediately. "About Yuuki?" Larry's smile spreads large and wide against his face like a cheschire cat. "Even better." He hugs me close, eyes still peeled as we observed our surroundings.

“That is the problem, Larry, I do not believe your words and as much as I really want to believe you had nothing to do with Liam getting shot, I am not convinced at all.” “I really didn’t do anything.” “Then how did you know that Liam was shot??” “I heard it from the news,” Larry said. “ Oh spare me that bullshit Larry, you and I know fully well that you don’t watch the news.” “ I started watching it recently.” “ Larry, did you have something to do with Liam getting shot??? I am asking again because I don’t buy your hearing from the news story.” “ But why don’t you believe me, cousin???”

AUDREY (softly): “Okay… give me thirty minutes.” LARRY (grinning): “That’s my girl.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the couch, his grin widening. “Works every time.” As he poured himself another drink, Larry spoke out loud to no one in particular, relishing the villainous monologue he’d reserved in the recesses of his ego. “Let the two women scramble, point fingers, and defend themselves while I take center stage. They can waste their energy throwing stones at each other while I stand untouched.”

“Larry, relax, lean your head backward. I got something to tell you.” “Yes, boss.” Joshua then shows Larry the recording. Larry becomes angry and insists, “they must be buried alive.” “No,” says Joshua, “we will give them a taste of their own medicine.” “We can’t boss because Johnathan is dating Tiffany. If you are giving them a taste of their own medicine, that would include your sister.” “You're right, Larry. “ Larry draws a line and sniffs it, “boss. I am sorry for everything. I see you as a younger brother."