Sally Face X Larry Novels & Stories

Sally, who until that moment, hadn't even realised that Lenny had come, sat up in surprise and looked down at her generous firm pale breasts and red nipples dripping with sperm. "Sorry," Rachel sputtered, wiping her mouth clean. "Oh!" Sally, who had been resigned to letting Lenny come in her mouth once again, looked up at him, wondering how he would feel about Rachel spitting and not swallowing.

“What has love got to do with this, huh?” That was all Larry needed. He stepped forward, his voice rising with fury. “I knew it. I knew you were playing her. You just approached her for her money, didn’t you?” He grabbed Xander’s shirt, fists clenching the expensive fabric. “You think I won’t expose you?” Xander didn’t flinch. He leaned in closer, lips brushing against Larry’s ear. “So what, Larry?” he whispered coldly. “So what if that’s the truth? What are you going to do about it, huh?”

"So? Are you satisfied?" "What?!" Sally appeared perplexed. "What are you talking about, handsome? I'm not sure I'm following?" Frank snorted and ignored her too while hurrying ahead. Sally hurried after him, yapping endlessly, "What were you talking about? Don't keep me in the dark—I hate it when people do it to me." Frank continued to ignore her as they headed down Laron's Peak, where Frank noticed a familiar figure at the bottom. It was Jouri Yelin!

Her tone was casual as she responded, "Ms. Lacey liked roses, so Mr. Lacey had it all redone for her. "And who are you, old lady? Ms. Saccone, you really shouldn't bring unrelated people in here. If they're carrying any viruses, can you bear the responsibility if Ms. Lacey gets sick?" Before Katie could finish her sentence, I slapped her hard across the face. "If you don't know how to speak properly, I don't mind teaching you." Katie never expected me to hit her. She immediately glared at me with resentment. "Magnolia, who do you think you are? Do you want me to tell Mr. and Ms. Lacey? They'll throw you out of here!"

He makes another ridiculous face and I put my fingers down. We are both knee deep. Whoever wins next gets to be the predator and the loser, the prey. But it isn’t as it sounds and we both know it. I want to win because I don’t know what he will ask of me if he wins. We dangle our hands out for a few more seconds and then produce our numbers. He guesses my hand correctly and laughs. Larry has won. He raises his hands upward and sticks his tongue out like a little child and I want to be mad but the innocence spread across his face when he makes the face has me laughing too.

"Yes, your face looks dry. Is your man not satisfying you well? Do you want me to help with that?" "You, rascal!" "My name is not a rascal, you forget, my name is Larry." Larry pursed his lips and smiled as a shy Stella ran away with her head down. Such a woman won't submit to your intimidation; instead, she'll fight back until she either defeats you or you defeat her. So Larry told himself that he must conquer Stella. "What are you looking at?" Alex tapped Larry's shoulder. "Looking at Stella." Larry didn't hide it: "Are you done eating?"

My body language should have been answer enough, but apparently, she needs the verbal confirmation. Sally’s face flushes crimson. “You didn’t have to say it like that,” she laughs awkwardly, shifting her weight. “Whatever Lia says about me, just so you know, it isn’t true.” I suppress a scoff. Of course, she thinks Lia’s been badmouthing her. People like Sally can’t imagine anyone disliking them without an elaborate conspiracy behind it. Before I can respond, someone cuts in. “Nikolai?” Relief washes over me at the interruption. I turn, greeted by Xander’s familiar grin as he strolls up.

he spat, his words laced with venom. Sally held her ground, undeterred by Liam's aggression. She looked him straight in the eyes, her voice steady and resolute. "Rose is my friend, and if she needs someone to support her, I'm going to be there. Whatever is happening between the two of you, it affects her, and that makes it my business." Liam seethed with frustration, his anger battling against Sally's unwavering determination. He knew deep down that he couldn't dismiss her words entirely. Despite his anger, a part of him recognized that Sally's actions were driven by a genuine concern for Rose's well-being.

Larry’s POV (…the insider) He was surprised to find a woman instead of the man who had killed his father. “What about the Alpha?” he asked. Her lips were lopsided, as she searched his features with her lustful eyes. “Who are you?” he asked again. “Don’t tell me you got brains without looks. Isn’t it obvious I work for the Alpha? He is sick of parading this area without positive news about his next attack. I hope you’re trustworthy enough or else, be ready to end up like the rest of your kind. I’m Lola. A big hug for the macho man.” She wrapped her arms around him. Larry, who was uncomfortable and clueless about why she was sent instead of Xavier, repelled the embrace.

he scrambled to his feet. "It's Chloe," I said, my voice flat. "Your eyes, your body, your scent—they all scream for her." Larry's face went white. Chloe picked herself up off the ground, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Larry. "Larry, is that true? Do you... do you really care about me?" Larry looked at her, then back at me, his eyes filled with conflict. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped Chloe hard across the face. "Shut up!" he roared. "Who do you think you are?"