Living Like Larry Novels & Stories

Every few miles, he would casually announce bizarre, occasionally stomach-turning trivia to absolutely no one in particular. As for my role in this traveling theater production? I mostly preferred to play the quiet observer. I liked lingering on the periphery of their noise, just absorbing the moment and feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude that I belonged to them. That was our dynamic. It was messy, it was loud, and I adored it. So, if you ever wondered why I never complained about our transient lifestyle, that’s your answer. For me, the concept of home wasn’t a fixed address. It was simply wherever those five lunatics happened to be standing.

“What exactly happened?” “What had to happen. Luke moved into my house, and we have to live together for a year to get half of everything; otherwise, neither of us gets anything.” He shook his head. “I looked into it and… should I be jealous?” He raised an eyebrow. “Of course not,” I lied… I think. “I hate him for doing this to me, for changing my life, for putting me in this situation. Luke is… the devil.” “That puts me at ease. You know I love you and don’t want to lose you. It terrifies me that you might fall in love with someone else.”

He might just be a normal human, but Larry knows that he will do his best to make a difference, unlike the rest that bow at the feet of the vampires and werewolves just to survive, he will shut them all why it’s wrong to underestimate human nature. Once he saw who was at the door, he opened it and walked in Henry who’s hand was full. “What took you so long? I was freezing out there?” Henry complained, as he made his way inside his apartment. He looked around to see how disorganized Larry’s home was, as expected, his house was a mess. The living where he was with filled with papers and documents and canned noodles and drinks. Is that all that he was living on for a week? Henry thought.

Lucy cried jumping into my arms. Falling to my knees I held tightly on my baby sister, savouring the moment ,afraid that she would disappear. That none of this is real. Lucy never got the chance to be a teenager. I will never have the chance to see her grow up, to see her go to high school, to see her have her first boyfriend, have her first heartbreak or go to university. All of that was taken away not just from me but from my brothers and father as well. It was all taken away the day I came home to find mamma and Lucy dead in our living room.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to study at Northern Werewolf University." Everyone stared at me in shock. Dad slammed his cutlery down. "Northern Werewolf University? What for? The Northern Territory is basically wilderness. Going there is no different from living like a rogue again!" Tatiana put on her usual mask of concern. "Sheila, did your scores fall short? The Northern Territory is tough. I know you got used to hard life, but why put yourself through that?" I looked at her calmly. I didn't rise to her bait anymore.

What's on with him? It's like he has three or four personalities, so unstable, acts like someone who's bipolar or was diagnosed with it in the past. Damn annoying. I parted my lips to speak, he lifted his head at that moment, I paused deciding to let him speak first. Hear him out and what comes next better be an apology for acting like a dick all night. "Look over there, that's Kyle. I'm sure he'll be a great source of excitement for you. I'm boring, you may go back to him. By all means, I'm not stopping you "

Eventually, the baby talk was forgotten when Larry finally showed up at dinner time. We talked about Perry’s job, about the Taheri family, and about our future move. Larry said that he was happy for our future though I could see that he was not looking forward to living alone in his empty house and going back to drowning his future in his work. I felt sorry for Larry and didn’t know what to do when the time came for us to move to New York.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

“But I get it. I wouldn’t want me here, either.” Lauren blinked, surprised by his sudden vulnerability. “Well, that’s nice of you to admit.” “Yeah, I mean. I won't want me here unless I can have me to myself,” Larry said, his smirk back in place. “This guy!” she deadpanned. “Okay, fine. Let me leave you to yourself before you blow up.” Lauren rolled her eyes. “Great. You’re a nightmare.” “A nightmare you can’t get rid of. Think you can handle it?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension he was stirring up.

She unsuccessfully tried to close the door. Larry smiled and made himself welcome, throwing the door open and stepping into her house. "What what do you want?" Shirley spluttered. "I decided to break my routine today and see what your life is like. I'm Itching to spill blood. I want to feel somebody's dying breath, while I submerge my claws into their chest. I want to feel warm blood splash on my face. But Larry has been using non violent means to end his victims. It's driving me crazy. He also has a vicious conscience that holds me down. So now I'm in control, I decided to play on my own."