Larry Stylinson Novels & Stories

And then he's gone. Laurene smacks her lips and breathes in and out. "Why is he being all that gentle and nice with you, Tiff?" I roll my eyes at her and shake my head. "Well, he's always gentle and nice." "That's obviously not true," she laughs but only for a second or two. "Seriously though, he's being all…different around you. Is he in love with you or something?" "That's a stretch," I say. "Larry, as I've seen so far, is immune to love. His son and his company are the most important in his life right now."

"But I wanted to humiliate her publicly the same way she humiliated me publicly. I want to turn the whole world against her the same way she turned the whole world against me. I want to crush her career the exact way she crushed mine." "I know." She grins. "But isn't it a little more fun when you have the power to crush her and you keep threatening her with it for years?" A knock on the door puts a pause to the conversation. Lana opens the door wide for Larry. This is the first time I've met him in person. He's a cute tall guy with glasses. And Lana was right. He does smell like flowers. He walks in with another woman behind him, dragging her suitcase. She's a short woman with long wild hair

His tone was dry. “Sure sure,” Larry nodded. “Of course. Let me just go and get some bottles of water? Yes?” We all nodded. I wasn’t sure if Larry was annoyed that we were holding up the meeting or not. He was likely very busy and had other meetings proceeding ours. But at the same time, he was probably being paid a pretty handsome sum of money for being the executor of Stanley’s will, so I didn’t feel to bad about taking up his time. “What if she doesn’t show?” Howard asked, glancing nervously at Jordyn.

Larry didn't notice me enter the room and continued to remove his shirt entirely. As he turned around to put his wet shirt on the table, he saw me standing there, looking completely lost as I stared at his toned physique, 'He's in really great shape...' Larry put his shirt down and stood there staring back at me, "I guess you don't know how to knock? Or did you just want to stand there and watch me?" I turned bright red, "I'm sorry! I didn't realise you were taking off your wet clothes already! I thought you would wait for the towel and clothes before you did that!"

I shot back, smiling. Then I glanced at the staff standing in a far corner, waiting for orders. I shoved an apple pie closer. “I watch, and you eat…unless there’s a snitch at the table and they rat you out.” I whispered, conspiratorial, pulling a shadow of a smile out of him. The other wolf huffed, feigning irritation. Then Nino lifted his hands and started signing at me. «It’s a decoy. Don’t even try it. It’s sweetened with stevia and I don’t know how much other bullshit.»

Lucien yelled and Don Luciano laughed like he had just cracked a joke. For some unknown reasons, his laughter sent shivers down my spine as they echoed around the whole room. "I don't need a prep-talk from a boy, barely man enough to treat his wife right? Didn't you abandon Aria for your slutty secretary and oh! that reminds, punish her for the death of your ex-wife, when she absolutely had nothing to do with it?" Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son.

To that, Larry is having a whale of time to hear it. In the apartment, Larry is freaking out to go back to his work tomorrow. Indeed, he prepares his things and then, he will be bring it tomorrow. After a few minutes, he has received the call from his cousin. Now, Steven lets the cat out of the bag to him; he has missed his presence. In response, Larry has spilled the beans to him. That, he will meet him soon as, he will get his bunos from the company where he is currently working. Before the call has ended; she has tried to convince to his brother; to work in the company.

"Four days, actually." I glance to the left side of Detective Simone. Landon, Alpha of Power sits up right beside her. He stares at me worriedly, deep brown eyes a melting pot of emotion. A good friend of mine, he has been. He offered to leave his mate and new born daughter for a few days to assist me. "And what do we think happened to her?" Simone asks, tucking a blonde piece of hair behind her ear. Maybe it was stupid of me to hire someone who looks so much like Lexia, but all the best Detectives are from the Discipline Pack.

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

Slowly, my brows wrinkle, and I cross my arms. “This is closing hours, Larry. Sally isn’t around,” I say to him, but he chuckles, walking up to me. The smell hits me hard—a rancid stench of smoke that seems to cling to his skin, and I involuntarily take a deep breath, trying to hold back my disgust. Larry is a creep in his early thirties who knows my mother, and ever since my dad died and we went broke, he has vowed that he would be the one to marry me. Cillian has beaten him up once or twice, but it never seems to deter him.