Larry Stylinson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Larry Jones asked and just stared at her. "I am fine"Lily replied in a single sentence and waited to see or hear this fellow introduce himself. Larry Jones narrowed his brow. The ever cheerful and vibrant Lily was staring at him like a total stranger. "You don't recognize me anymore?"he asked. "I don't. Who are you please?" Lily inquired. She had to be careful, she can't tell who those people are who wanted her dead nor can she recognise them. No wonder Larry Jones thought. She was staring at him strangely. They were friends and classmates in the College. In fact, childhood friends and he once had a crush on her. Lily failed to see through his eyes that he loved her until she got entangled w

Larry stared at him and scoffed. "You probably don't mean that!." "I do. You will pretend to be me and I will pretend to be you then I can help save your girl."Garry explained. "I object. Just like you saved yours back then?."Larry scoffed. "And that is just the reason I'm going after them. Quick,you have to make a decision!. I am the only one that can fight against them,aside that,you look so fucked up that just a slap would turn you into a dead man!."

People were not surprised; they kind of expected this. Bastian growled and moved his enraged-filled eyes towards Lily, surely angry at her for spilling everything. “You lowly slut. Why can't you just stay low? If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have gotten angry. You are just made for being f*ck. Just stay within your limit.” He shouted as he smiled evilly. He mocked and sneered, making her feel bad and guilty. Lily shrunk back, both angry and somehow guilty, but this made her question many things.

“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.

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.”

“Larry.” “You’re fucking him,” Calvin said. Larry shrugged. Calvin shook his head. He wasn’t bothered about his friend’s sexuality but was annoyed at him for bringing his partner here. What happened to respecting choices? How did he expect Hana to feel about this? “If it makes you feel better,” Larry started. He had a slant cut across his brow that gave him a resemblance to Aquaman. Calvin didn’t like him. “We are fucking each other.” Turning his back to the mirror so he didn’t have to look into the bitter eyes of Larry, he pushed his hands back to grab the sink.

“But I get it. I wouldn’t want me here, either.” Lauren blinked, surprised by his sudden vulnerability. “Well, that’s nice of you to admit.” “Yeah, I mean. I won't want me here unless I can have me to myself,” Larry said, his smirk back in place. “This guy!” she deadpanned. “Okay, fine. Let me leave you to yourself before you blow up.” Lauren rolled her eyes. “Great. You’re a nightmare.” “A nightmare you can’t get rid of. Think you can handle it?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension he was stirring up.

And then he stepped closer again, until the space between us vanished. “Keep lying to yourself, Lily. It’s cute.” I glared up at him, jaw tight. “Get out, Larry.” He didn’t move. Instead, he looked at the untouched part of the food on the plate, then at me. “Eat up. You’ll need the energy.” “Larry...” “I’ll be back,” he said with a wink, unlocking the door and stepping out. “And next time, kitten... no robes.” Then he shut the door behind him, leaving me breathless and furious and way too confused.

“God, you so wet,“ Larry's husky voice resounds in my ear. “I'm sorry I kept you waiting,“ I pause. Is that…Larry? “It's okay. You here now,“ A female voice giggles, “I wanna go down on you,“ she breathes out. “Not until I've eaten you out,“ Then a slurping sound follows, and the female shrieks out, “God, Miley. You taste amazing,“ “More than Evelyn does?” “She has nothing on you, love. You incredible,” Then the slurping sound came again and her shrieks filled the restroom. I tiptoe out so as not to get caught. Once in the hallway, I stop to replay what just happened back there in my head. Larry is cheating on Evelyn? With Miley. Miley Evans. She's supposed to be Evelyn's best friend! How co

‘Could it be that he cried so much that his eyes cleared and he no longer sees me as his wife? “I'm asking! Don't make me ask my question twice! Are you the girl that my father paid to seduce me?!” The way he yells and the sentence he uses are very similar to his son's. “I'm your daughter-in-law. Robin Luciano's wife.” Poppy glanced at Larry, who shook his head, preventing her from responding honestly. She shouldn't have revealed her identity because Stefan believes Robin is still a dozen years old. Stefan might go berserk again with such a minor trigger. Unfortunately, Larry was too late to stop her from responding. He then knelt behind Stefan, bracing himself in case his master attacked he