Larry X Mr Small Mga Nobela at Kwento

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!”

"Those we love never truly leave us. There are things that death cannot touch." -Jack Thorne- *** It was 4 A.M in the morning when Lana suddenly heard something that itched her hearings. She did not quite understand what it was, but for a brief moment she felt a scared, as if there was something dangerous lurking near her. She also had a terrible gut feeling she had not had in a long time.

The full moon cast a pale glow over the quiet street as I hurried off, trying—and failing—to shake the lingering weirdness from that diner encounter. The second I stepped into the diner, I knew it was gonna be one of those days. Mr. Larry stood behind the counter with that greasy grin of his—one that screamed lawsuit waiting to happen. “Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” he sneered, way too loudly. I exhaled slowly. “Good evening to you too, Mr. Larry.” But nope. He wasn’t done. He was in a full-blown Larry Mood. “You’ve been slacking off lately. I know why. Your boyfriend’s been hanging around my restaurant, eyeing you like a slab of steak. Distracting you.”

He mumbled, "I'm done for… I'm dead meat…" Larry snorted and gestured to the men behind him. "Alright, fellas. It looks like Mr. Roland's show has come to an end. Since he's not getting any money from the bank, we'll do things our way!"

he mutters. Michael steps in, reaching for their daughter. "Here, I'll take a turn." Larry, nursing a glass in cupped palms, watches the performance in silence, his expression indecipherable. Beside me, Ryan murmurs, "Who'd have thought a baby could have so many parents?" Larry's eyes flick to his, and momentarily, he lowers his lids in the smallest of acknowledgements. He looks... sad... What's his story? I must ask Charlotte... At the right moment...

Dayanara was furious and about to stand up. Larry took Dayanara into his arms and looked tenderly at her. "I haven't spent a long time in this city. Although I was born here, I left when I was a kid, and only just got back this year, so there are some things I don't know yet." "Haven't you heard that all the men who have been in the Black Spider's room have had their cocks cut off?" Dayanara pointed to Larry's crotch. Larry subconsciously covered his crotch.

Vanessa pinched his face and asked, "You are Larry, right?" Larry nodded, "Yes, my name is Larry. I'm three years old." Vanessa said, "I have a son too. His name is Lawrie. He is also three years old." Larry said in surprise, "You look so young but you have a son already?" Vanessa smiled and said, "Yes, he is also a lovely and sensible child like you." Larry said, "Can we be friends?" Vanessa nodded. "Alright." Larry said, "We are good friends now. My father is your father. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, I will let my father catch him."

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.

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.