Larry Stylinson One Shot Novels & Stories

“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.

Perhaps she should have kept quiet after all. She turned her head and saw two new men walking toward her. They were large and muscular, shirtless and coated in a sheen of sweat. One of them was fondling his crotch as they approached. “Pretty and sweet,” said Larry as he slapped her ass. “Haven’t had a woman like that since the day I married Missy,” he said, pride in his voice. I fucked someone named Larry? Sarah asked herself, her elitism returning in full force.

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

Zayn just looked around to understand the situation. While in the audience, an uproar arose. Elisa was also shocked. She looked at Liam in disbelief. "Is he telling the truth?" She asked, blinking her eyes. Liam nodded, pursing his lips. "I can't believe it." She shook her head and turned her attention towards the stage, where Kyle was standing beside a gorgeous lady. "Sir, you're saying: Miss. Lynn is your wife? If this is true, then why does no one know about this little boy." The reporters were throwing questions over questions at Kyle, but he ignored them and said what he wanted to say.

i bark at the little girls playing around and we take the stairs up. "Here we are, try to remain silent" i say to him and go for the door knob and stop just to check if the cheeky girls had it wired bit it was all good, i push the door open and get in, the surprise catches me in shock, Larry was sitting in the couch, his head in bandages, he puts a smile on his face he was waiting for us like he knew we were coming Ivy besides him, holding a gun

I shook my head. Larry walks to the river, pulling off his clothes to wash himself up, not minding if the water is contaminated by the zombie corpse. Eddy sits on the floor with sweat dripping from his chin then he unload his gun and counts his bullet on the sand. Five bullets left, I just hope we survive tonight. "Holy shit" Larry says as he points to a zombie standing blankly on the hill. "Night walkers, It's just one. I'll take care of it." I assure Larry who's about to load his gun.

Damon threatened them. Larry cocked the gun, "Not until I kill you first." Larry was preparing to shoot Damon. "Damon! No!" I yelled as I jumped from the bed. The moment Larry wanted to pull the trigger, Damon kicked his leg and the gun fell from his hand but the shot was fired at the roof. "You're done for you idiot!" Damon roared, his eyes fuming with fire. Larry attacked Damon and they started fighting. I saw how skilled Larry was but he still couldn't match to the level of Damon. Aileen on the other hand was going to run away with the papers.

Standing right in front of him, wearing a simple leather tunic, with long dark hair spilling over her shoulders with striking, familiar features. Features that used to belong to Alison. Larry let out a strangled, choked gasp. His sword slipped completely from his fingers, clattering uselessly against the cold stone. "A-Alison...?" Larry whimpered, his face draining of all color as pure, paralyzed shock took over. His eyes were wide, bulging as if he were staring at a ghost raised from the dead. "My baby...?" I looked past Chelsea's shoulder and saw the utter devastation on Larry's face. In that split second, it hit me.

The missing dot that Jacob tries to find out. “You only slept with him once?” His voice was deep Stephanie sighed, “Twice, here and in New York.” “New York!!!” Martin stared at her fiercely “As I said, both of us didn’t know each other. We only knew our nicknames, then after we hooked up, we found out each other's identity.” Seeing Martin went silent, she added, “You can ask Nathan! He won’t tell a lie to you.” “How many times should I tell you that I don’t like my woman being touched by other men? Especially Lucas Miller!” Martin didn’t hide his angry face

He managed to shoot two of them before his arm finally dropped. “John!” I screamed, crawling over to him. His eyes fluttered. “Go… Boss…” he whispered, then closed his eyes. His body went still. Grief and fury slammed into me. I grabbed his gun and dragged his body behind the car. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the smoke and chaos. “Mr. Denver… There’s no way out of this. You’re all alone now.” I stood, straining to locate the voice. “Show yourself!” I shouted, rage flooding me.