Larry Stylinson Mga Nobela at Kwento

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

I've only gotten along with Troy and the one amazing friend who will remain nameless but known for stabbing my back. "Damn, you have no idea how that Sierra girl is so bangable! She's so sexy last night." My ears throbbed when I heard Larry; he's a baseball player, and he stated it as his group of friends passed me. My brows furrowed in response to the repulsive words he spoke. "Yeah, someday I will get my hands off her clothes." His friend replied, and all of them laughed in agreement with his remarks.

“Wow, Sophie, this is awesome. Is that supposed to be me?” Sophie nodded enthusiastically. “And that’s Lauren! She’s mad at you.” Larry laughed, glancing over at Lauren. “She’s got you pegged.” Lauren shook her head, trying not to smile. “She’s a quick learner.” Larry handed the book back to Sophie, then looked at Lauren, his expression softening just slightly. “Alright, Grinch. I’ll leave you to your book. For now.” Lauren watched as he walked out of the room. He was a hockey player. He was arrogant. He was everything she hated.

I could see that she had been crying, man I hated it when women cry. “Have a seat, Lynn. We need to talk.” She took a seat in the chair in front of me. Just as I was about to start asking her some questions there was another knock. “Who is it?” I heard Trevor yell. “Really dude, you called me.” He opened the door and walked in. “This better be good, we had finally got Tyler down for his nap and were about to have some alone time if you know what I mean.” He smiled up at me then noticed Lynn sitting there quietly. Trevor had gotten married last year to a beautiful woman named Nicole and had welcomed a son into this world about a month ago.

“I know a place. No strings attached. Just a cup between two… interesting people. An alpha and Luna who seems to be carrying more responsibility than she should.” “I'm impressed that you choose to call yourself an alpha before adding the word rogue. You know, a man who chose to rebel against order. Your scent hits me like one that I find disgusting.” “So I can assume no coffee?” I paused, just long enough to look over my shoulder, my voice ice. “I’d rather drink lava.” His laugh was low, rich. “Feisty. I like that. It seems that you have a comeback for every single word that I say.”

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.”

Like father like son. Lawrence D Simon, son of Simon D Kenzy. Everyone knows him as Larry, The Night hunter. He loves to hunt but only at night. He hunts everything. From drugs to ladies and even human organs. Lawrence doesn't involve with his father's busniess nor does he plans to, he simply wanted to just enjoy life. Marcus and Lawrence are of the same age but they just don't get along. No body knows why even though they go way back together.

he turned back to the pot, "what kind of dress do you have in mind?" "Anything light blue is fine really." "When's the prom?" he asked as he served our plates of pasta and sauce. "It's in two weeks." I replied, twirling the pasta in my fork and pushing it into my mouth He chewed his food and swallowed hard, "You know I never went to my high school prom." he commented. "Really?" I blurted. He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do."

If anything, I aimed to gain, and I was going to start with the key. I rose in front of him, making sure to cover the tattoo with my hair before my eyes met his. He smiled and extended a hand for me to take, and I smiled, standing on the step that led to the stool of the bar. “Boss,” “Please, call me Dean.” He said and I blushed. The fact that I had to fight my wolf to ensure that she didn’t force me to give in to the mating bond was something that annoyed me, but I knew that it was something that I wouldn’t be able to help. The closer I was to him, the harder it would become, and that was one of the main reasons why I got the training that I had.