Larry Stylinson Mga Nobela at Kwento

"She's the wife of Steven Lynch, chairman of Cloudeast Tech! H-Her daughter is Jessica Lynch, heiress to the Lynch family. People say she's Joshua's girlfriend!" Larry's teeth chattered. In his head, he cursed Ruth relentlessly. "With a background like that… I really can't afford to offend them! I might be able to handle Mr. Lynch, but Mr. Stroud terrifies me. He's the one backing her!" "Joshua? What is he even worth?" The more Reginald thought about it, the angrier he became. He delivered another brutal kick to Larry. "So you're worried about offending him, yet you have no problem offending me? For fuck's sake! Are you implying I'm somehow inferior to Joshua? Do you have a death wish?"

“I was so scared, Alex. I thought you murdered her.” “I didn't.” He smiled. “I guess you don't have a clue about who your husband really is.” Larry said, walking in through the door, staggering in the process. He doesn't look like himself. I shook my head. “Dramatic?” Alex glared at him. “Do not start.” He warned, but Larry continued. Larry looked at me. Killing humans is no big deal to him. He bathed in the blood of humans. He was known as a beast who feeds only the flesh and blood of his prey.”

“He’s talking about you — about the company — everything.” Aleksander’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he came closer to see. The livestream filled the screen. Larry’s face appeared — tired, but carefully arranged in that polished charm he always used for the public. The comments section was exploding in real-time, hearts and shocked emojis flashing faster than I could read. “Guys, I just want to clarify something,” Larry was saying, his voice deep, steady. “There’s been a lot of talk about me, about Maya, about Brandy. And I think people deserve the truth.”

"Stanley is truly a horrible person! He used to target Diane in the past, and now he's doing the same thing all over again!" "Haha, you're all too kind! Anything that involves Mister Severin involves me too. Our relationship between is like that of sworn brothers!" Larry remarked with a chuckle. He then said to Severin, "It's getting a little late, Mister Severin. How about we continue our conversation some other day?" Severin nodded, and said politely, "Thank you very much for your help earlier!" "Haha, you're most welcome! We'll be off then!" Larry laughed, and reminded again, "By the way, don't forget what I told you earlier!"

“Number one, find that man’s address. Tell Seth that he's the one who cut the ropes of the curtain to injure Stacy, and that he did so for Xynthia Zimmer to rise in rank!” “Number two, tell the entire entertainment industry to put Xynthia Zimmer on their blacklists. If anyone supports her, they will be considered my enemy!” “Number three, tell everyone in Mordu that I want Harvey York to kneel and beg for mercy in front of me tomorrow! I don’t care who’s supporting him. He’ll die without a burial spot if he refuses to do as I say!” After barking out a string of orders, Larry took another fierce puff of his cigar and exclaimed, “A runt dares to go against me just because he has connections wi

" Larry opened the door slowly , and walked to his father's bedpost. Mister Larson tilted his head ,to look at Larry . "Here you are ,ungrateful son!" , Mister Larson said to Larry. " Hey dad, i'm glad to see that you're still that moody old man . Haha. How are you? " Larry asked , with a smile. "Just..rose up from the dead...how do you think i feel, huh? " "Please dad , stop with your sarcasm. I don't want to quarrel with you. " Mister Larson scowled at him ,then asked :

I can't walk away, no matter how hard I want to. Larry Johnson is the renowned Casanova of the quadruplets. He might have a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop the girls from fawning for his heart. You could blame it on his no-fuss, short brown wavy haircut, face so cute and angelic like a child's, smiles so enchanting, and mesmerizing voice. He is too good-looking for his good, and the icing on the cake is his legendary pick-up lines. He knows just what to say to get any girl, regardless of her class, age, and Pack.

Damn it, Ryan was just someone meant to be his stepping stone—what right did he have to treat him like this! Just wait. Once he truly rose to power and inherited his father's shares and business, once he truly became chairman of Spencer Industries, the first thing he'd do was kick Ryan out! Larry knew he had been trapped on Misty Peak for seven days. When he asked Susan why she was so certain he had caused trouble at nightclubs, she directly sent him a video. In the video, Larry clearly saw himself in a nightclub with his arms around women, being intimate with them, then getting beaten up by men who stormed in and thrown out of the club, surrounded by people watching the spectacle.

“We reconvene in one week. Not two.” I stand, they do the same but slower, and with uncertain, grouchy motions. As people file out, Larry hangs back. He’s in his late fifties with a wiry build, a salt-and-pepper beard trimmed properly, his eyes bright behind wire-rimmed glasses. There’s a warmth in his posture that the others lack. “Ms. Travis,” he says. “Larry Gould. I’m happy you’re the one stepping in your father’s shoes. You’ll be one of the few women to do it here. You’ll have my support anytime.”

He felt his scalp going numb as he remembered the lack of his integrity. He was at fault to begin with, and the person he betrayed was his older brother. Of course he was going to feel guilty. “Do you know her name?” Larry posed the question without beating around the bush. His voice sounded nonchalant yet reeked of intimidation. “You’re enquiring about that psychologist.” Stanley understood within a matter of seconds. Larry's eyes darkened at the sound of the word psychologist. He was not a big fan of that profession. He was not bothered about a female psychologist but he did not like the idea of being experimented on as if he was a lab rat.