Pinhead Larry Novels & Stories

“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

Garry scoffed. Larry batted his lashes and turned down his gaze. "Oh, look at him!,oh boy!, he's shy!."Garry taunted. Annie diverted her gaze to Larry and saw him facing down. Right,he's shy!. How come she has never seen this cute of him. After some minutes,Larry finally raised his head up. He looked at Annie and his eyes caught sight of the hair pin on her head. Wait!... And idea beeped in his head. "Can you move closer?."Larry suddenly asked.

the driver shakes his head, words barely escaping his mouth, ”we get contracted and assigned; we get the orders via a phone call. “Well, that will be the last call you make or receive.” Larry shoots the guy in the head. Larry walks over to the third gunman and notices a twenty-eight gang tattoo on his finger; he must be the leader; he is crawling as his legs are severely injured. Larry removes his knife. “So you want to shoot at my family?” This guy has dreads, dirty old worn sneakers, and smells of weed. Larry grabbed his hand and cut off the finger punching him in the stomach and shoving the finger in his mouth; he chocked on his finger;

I blew out a long sigh of relief at his departure. Fuck! Man! Larry was really a handful. He was obviously a lot to deal with whenever he got into those inquisitive situations. He keeps forgetting that curiosity killed the cat. I let my eyes roam back to the screen of my laptop, a folder catching my attention. I leaned in closer.

they hurriedly went over and greeted, "Elder Larry, how can we help?" The plump man known as Elder Larry was one of the person-in-charge of the patrolling team of the apprentices in the area, Larry Quill. From a certain point of view, he possessed much higher power than ordinary patrolling disciples. Larry coincidentally passed by, and he heard Peter's miserable scream. As he was worried that something happened, he hurriedly rushed over.

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.”

Larry was a short, middle-aged bean counter, slightly balding and slightly overweight who had worked for Leatherbarrow for sixteen years. “For the last time Mr Matthews, did you witness Antony Leatherbarrow commit any real crimes at all?” asked Jill desperately. They had been interrogating Larry Matthews for the past ten hours and had got very little out of him. Larry had complained long and hard about how much he hated his client Leatherbarrow but he had so far given the FBI nothing they could use against him. A couple of times Jill had almost resorted to violence, the small man frustrating her to no end, but John had managed to convince her to keep her cool. “Well there was that time he ki