Larry The Lobster Novels & Stories

I said, sweating. "This one is Sebastian," she pointed to the biggest one. "And he is crying. I can see his lobster tears." "Lobsters do not cry, Luna. Zey are…" "You’re going to put them in the hot tub, aren't you?" Her lip wobbled. The ultimate weapon was being armed. "The ouchy-hot tub." Ten minutes later, I was no longer a world-class chef or a vengeful ex-husband. I was a fugitive.

Melissa had sent me a video. It was Howard, playing "Truth or Dare" while tipsy. His roommate, Pierce Milett asked, "Who's your favorite girl?" Without hesitation, Howard replied, "Melissa, of course." He lost three games in a row, being drunk. "What's the most memorable night you can think of?" "Three days ago." That was the day he told me he was busy handling paperwork in preparation for graduation. Turned out he was keeping his beloved company.

“I–I uh–I came to deliver this,“ I show them the package, hoping it will redeem me of the impending torture. “Larry doesn't eat pizzas made by locals. Try a better lie next time,“ Lucas scoffs. I'm not surprised he's the only one doing the talk. It's always like that when he's with his brothers. They let him take control. “No, I mean it. Here, I was given the address,“ I hand him the paper. His eyes glint with confusion as he looks at it. “Who the fuck do you think you trying to mess with?“ He growls, then his gaze averts over my shoulder, “Did you place an order?“ “Do I suddenly have wings?“ Larry's voice resounds behind me, “Of course, I didn't. Gross,“

The lobster has a lot of jumping power, but in this stranded area, it can't jump at all, and after three swoops and two dodges, Ethan Brooks gets him in the corner, chokes him, and holds him up high. Luna had long forgotten her duties and could not hide her joy as she jumped to her feet and cheered. "Get the rope!" There were some vines right at the edge of the jungle, and Luna Marie yanked a bit, tied the lobster up, and ran back to the coconut grove to hoist it up. The little stuff on the crab wasn't enough compared to the lobster and the fish, so this one lobster was the one thing that had been able to fill both Ethan Brooks' bellies since they arrived on the island.

It was a text message from Larry. "I'll be back tonight." His text message was like a tiny spark that somehow burned the tips of my fingers. I looked at Nora and tried to keep my voice from shaking. "He'll be back. He said he's coming home tonight." Nora was so happy that she jumped for joy. It had been six years, and this was the first time that Larry ever said that he would be home to celebrate Nora's birthday. At night, I made a beautiful rack of venison ribs, blueberry croissants, and got Larry's favorite red wine. Nora even made sure to finish all of her homework ahead of time.

She handed the task over to him and just stared at the lobster on the table while her eyes sparkled. “Drink some soup to fill up your stomach first. The lobster is spicy. It won’t be good for your stomach if you eat too much of it,” Everett warned her. “Okay.” Ninian picked up her spoon and sipped her soup. Meanwhile, Everett rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fair, toned forearms. He put on gloves and slowly started peeling off the lobster before putting the meat on Ninian’s plate. His movements were elegant and smooth. Even if his face changed after his disguise and he seemed like a normal person, the aura he gave off still rendered others to helplessly ogle at him.

he chuckled light-heartedly, enclosing the silver tines around the entirety of the shell. “Are lobsters out of season?” My unwillingness to eat this thing rang out. “No rabbit & pork terrine? No duck confit? Steak tartare?” “It doesn’t fit the occasion.” Lykoan laughed while using the two-pronged fork with his hand and dug into the hole. Pressing down against the rim of the shell, he removed the inner meat whole. Thinking of Gary from Spongebob, the poor snails had just been sitting somewhere, bothering nobody. Oh, gross. Eck.

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.”

I asked in confusion. Betty sighed, "Well, Lobo got together with some of his old crew and they're going after Lowell." I frowned, "What? What old crew? I don't understand." "Lobo used to go after Lycans and wolves that stepped out of line. Basically, he would keep everyone in order." Betty explained. Shauna nodded, "Think bounty hunter mixed with a hired killer." I made a face, she sounded so chirpy while explaining it, 'So, he's going after Lowell to kill him?"

“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.