Romans & histoires Mr Small X Larry

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.”

"Thomas!" Larry hails me, glancing over his shoulders and eye peeled to see if anyone was watching us. I jog to him, both of us finding a safe place to chat. I knew from the way he was being careful, whatever he had to say was important. "I have some news youre really gonna like." He starts. My ears perk up immediately. "About Yuuki?" Larry's smile spreads large and wide against his face like a cheschire cat. "Even better." He hugs me close, eyes still peeled as we observed our surroundings.

X seems to be typing infinitely, or it was just my anxiety to know more about him. Mr. X (online) —I’ve been playing for two years, I’m 37 years old, married, I have a son. When my wife gave birth to our son, I started playing. I go in two or three times a week. I always have different partners and I never talk to anyone under 25. Nothing against younger women, but they tend to associate sex with love, which in my view are two different things. I guess that’s why I don’t notice those "perverts" that chased you the other night. His words seem sincere to me, which makes me question why he’s telling me all this. If that’s true, I’m just one more on his web and soon to be changed. But, it’s like

he tickled my neck and laughed until I pinched his sides. “Why don't you do me a favour and pretend that I don't exist for the whole year?” “Oh Come on, You've got no one beside me” That's true. “Hahaha,very funny. I have Brandy, Jack and oliver” was my pathetic retort,which he replied with a snort. “They are my friends. He laughed. “Anyway while you are in there with Mr Young inside his Office just the TWO of you, I come up with amazing ideas. Wanna hear it out?” he arched his brow.

Massimo’s POV There's nothing more to expect from a disgusting scumbag like Larry. Of course, when I walked into his office, I saw his hand up in some blondie's skirt as the both of them made out on his office table. As I barged into the room, the both of them stopped to look at me and as soon as Larry’s eyes met mine, he smacked the girl’s ass and winked at me. “Get out." He snapped, making the girl to quickly jump down from the table, drag down her skirt and scurry out of the office like a chased mouse.

“Number one, find that man’s address. Tell Seth that he's the one who cut the ropes of the curtain to injure Stacy, and that he did so for Xynthia Zimmer to rise in rank!” “Number two, tell the entire entertainment industry to put Xynthia Zimmer on their blacklists. If anyone supports her, they will be considered my enemy!” “Number three, tell everyone in Mordu that I want Harvey York to kneel and beg for mercy in front of me tomorrow! I don’t care who’s supporting him. He’ll die without a burial spot if he refuses to do as I say!” After barking out a string of orders, Larry took another fierce puff of his cigar and exclaimed, “A runt dares to go against me just because he has connections wi

Larry said as he walked up to meet Miranda as soon as she walked out of the building. "Good evening, what do you want? I thought I told you I was not interested in being your friend. I know men of high caliber, like you, wouldn't want to have anything to do with a lowlife like myself," Miranda said. How could she have forgotten Derrick's constant remarks about the poor and lowlife? He was high and mighty, the same way she perceived Larry Harrison to be.

"Welcome sir!" Mark greeted Larry and Lauren. "Where is Mandy?" Lauren asked, the man's first question was always about Mandy, no one else but her. Why is he always asking about her? If it's to know her whereabouts or maybe, he cares about her "Sorry sir, she went out with sir Kendrick." Lauren's jaw tightened making the vein in his neck visible, Larry smirked falling to the couch. Lauren hurried to have his bath, after taking his bath, he decided to join Larry in the living room.

Larry said. Hoe? Did he just call my Miranda a hoe? Or was there someone else living in my mansion I didn't know about? If he was referring to Miranda, how did he know? His duty post was not even close to the main building Miranda was so how come? “Which hoe, Larry?” I asked, pretending to be ignorant. “The lady in the main building, boss. Moreover, I think Xander is fucking her too. He should be checked. The name comes up again!