Larry X Mr Small Novels & Stories

Had a powerful older brother… Larry’s body went rigid. His blood froze as he lifted his head again, staring at that icy face. His limbs shook without control. It took him a long, agonizing moment before he managed to whisper, his voice trembling, testing: “Michael… Xander?” The man’s expression didn’t flicker. His eyes remained flat, detached, carrying the untouchable air of someone above all things. When his gaze swept over Larry, it was calm, but that calm only made the contempt sting sharper.

He pulled an unpleased expression, "Who's she going on a date with?" Larry walked out from where he was watching, walked up to Terry, and said, "She's going on a date with me." Terry looked at Larry with an unimpressed look, "And who are you?" The maid went to answer, "This is-" Larry cut her off, "I'm no one important. I'm just dating Sash." Terry looked at him annoyed, "You're close enough to be calling her by her nickname?" Larry smiled at him, "Of course!"

My body shook as I showered Mr Finch's hand with my pussy cum. "Mr Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinch!" I yelled as my orgasm reached its peak. He crawled up to me and kissed me, letting me taste my pussy on his lips. "Baby," he whispered, "my name is Larry." He started rubbing my pussy and I was immediately horny for him again. I raised my hips to feel his fingers, but he moved his hand away. Instead he positioned his hips above mine, parted my legs wide, and buried his thick cock deep inside my tight hole. We both moaned with the pleasure of our union.

"Why do you drink coffee? You're still a child. Drink more juice and milk." "Mm..." She nodded, but she looked absent-minded. How could Larry, who was so shrewd, not notice that something was wrong with her? He walked toward her and soon reached her. Although Molly had grown very well, she still looked exceptionally petite standing before Larry, who was 185cm tall. Under the light, her entire body seemed to be shrouded by him. That feeling...

“Yes, we had it tested in that liquid, and it turned red, so it's first grade.” Lucifer now stands up with his coat on three-quarters and his shiny pointed black shoes and gold rings on each finger. “So you are telling me, people, my fucking people, are selling my stuff back to us? I knew these bloody Russians couldn't be trusted from day one! Larry, that trip to Russia you will have to take now. There is a guy named Mr. X. He is running my business from there. But Larry, I need you to be extra cautious; these Russians have Nigerians with them and are all out of jail, meaning they cold-hearted bastards!” “Yes, Sir, I fought in Iraq. Nothing fears me.” Patting Larry on the shoulder.

Draco wasn’t just furious, he was humiliated. This was his party, his night, his throne room in disguise. And Larry had stomped right through it with blood and booze and a smile. But Larry… he was still there. Barely standing now, his clothes wrinkled and stained, his knuckles bloodied, yet his stare, his crooked, damn-near suicidal grin, never wavered. He looked right at Mr. Raven and laughed, that low, reckless sound that made my skin crawl with unease. “You look like you’ve been waiting for this moment,” he slurred, dragging in a breath. “Go on, old man. Make my birthday perfect.”

It sounded perfunctory yet meaningful simultaneously. Larry hung up the phone. He was slightly baffled by Big Brother’s peculiar behavior. This was not the end of things. The woman was naïve if she thought she could escape through his grasp!!! The corners of Larry’s lips curled upward gradually into an enigmatic smile. It was captivating yet terrifying at the same time. Simultaneously, Cherry who was in the other room shivered all of a sudden. Larry made a phone call to Stanley after that. “Larry.” Stanley’s weak voice could be heard from the speaker. He felt his scalp going numb as he remembered the lack of his integrity.

Bosey said, assuring Mr Larry of his secrecy. Mr Larry turned to Mandy, and she nodded. He reluctantly sat down on the couch. Bosey and Mandy did same, sitting on the opposite. They both looked at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. Mr Larry's head was bowed down, but he raised his head to look at them. "Miss? I am in deep trouble. Frank has something on me, and it should never be seen by the public. I am doomed if that happens" Mr Larry said.

Xavier~ “That’s it. I’m involving the cops.” Larry abruptly got to his feet, the chair scraping harshly against the marble floor as he stormed toward the door. I barely lifted my eyes. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Before Larry could get any farther, Damian stepped in front of him with both hands raised. “Woah woah, slow down big bro.” Larry looked ready to punch him straight in the face. “The hell do you mean slow down?” he snapped. “My sister is missing!”

Rusty Halo smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and desperation — the exact perfume for the mood looping in my chest tonight. “Another round,” I tell Larry, sliding the glass close. Larry’s lanky, tired-eyed, and wears a mustache that looks like it’s been through more trauma than I have. He raises a brow but pours anyway. The glass fills. I grin like it’s Christmas morning and I’m a child who’s already been disappointed. “You sure you don’t wanna slow down, sweetheart?” he asks, polishing a glass as if the motion can smooth over the edges of my life. I scoff. “Have you ever seen a doctor on suspension, Larry?”