Unbelievers Larry Book Novels & Stories

“I’ll tell you what I can, though I didn’t know them personally.” “You didn’t?” I asked. “I have to be honest, doctor, I’m most curious about how they passed. And how I disappeared.” “I wasn’t here at that time,” Larry said, without looking at me. I couldn’t tell if he was being honest or not, but I felt like he was hiding something from me. “I can only tell you what I heard.” “I’m guessing what you heard will match what we were told, as well,” Jason said. “We were hoping for a more personal account.”

Levi held the little one in his arms and chimed, "Little one, what secret do you want to tell me?" Larry inched closer to Levi's ear and said solemnly, "Uncle Julien knows how to eat people, so don't anger him. If you accidentally anger him, he will eat you up." Levi pinched Little Larry's face with a smile and laughed, "Little one, who told you that?" Larry looked around and said mysteriously, "I saw it with my own eyes." Levi found Larry's mysterious expression very amusing and chuckled, "Little one, who did you see your uncle gobble up?"

Lily started again from the back, then stopped like she didn’t even trust her own words. “Maybe she’s okay,” she finished weakly. No one replied. Because none of us believed it. Larry was sitting beside me in the driver’s seat. Still. Too still. His hands were locked tightly on the steering wheel, knuckles pale. His eyes were fixed forward without blinking, like if he looked away even for a second something irreversible would happen. A bead of sweat ran down his temple. Then another. I glanced at him. “Larry…” I started quietly. He didn’t respond.

Nathaniel didn't even bother to look his way as he replied, "I felt if I embarrassed you in front of them, you would confess." "Wh- wh-" Amir's breath raged as he tried to form words. Taking a few steps back, his hands went over his head and they stayed that way as Amir bored his sight into a firm Nathaniel. " I can't believe this." His hands came down. "I can't believe you of all people doesn't believe me." Nathnaiel's eyes flickered to him. "I want to." His hands reached for an envelope which he jammed onto the table. "That envelope says otherwise. It gives me reason to doubt you."

“Tell me something I should know, Larry. What got you to land in the hospital bed? What did you do?!” “I didn't do anything. You, of all people, should know that I'm the calm and loyal type. Something happened in Harvard which I happened to fall victim to and was bullied. Here's a place where the less privileged like us are being maltreated by the upper rich class.” Larry explained, and now my heart was in my mouth, restlessness boldly written on my face. “What, Larry?! You mean you've been getting maltreated and beaten by the upper class, and you haven't been saying anything about that?!” My eyes widened again.

he asserted. "I'm Larry, not Luke. I think you know that already" he sighed. "I don't trust Luke anymore. He hates Skye, Skye died, he hates Alpha Claud, he died, he hates Theo, now Theo is dead. And now he hates you" Alpha Jones counted through his finger. Larry laughed loudly. He slammed his hands against the wheels as he laughed. "Luke can't do anything to me" he managed to say. "Are you sure?" Alpha Jones leaned towards him. "What if he has people supporting him?" he questioned.

" I couldn't tune the annoyance on my face, he only smiled before showing the phone into the pocket of his jeans. One of these days, I was going to hop on the jet, fly to London and bomb the bloody headquarters if my dad didn't work on his striped obsession with the game. But today, I had my hands full with liars and thieves. "So, Larry..." I commenced when the room finally quieted down. "I hear there's been some nasty thing regarding the books. What do you have to say about that?" I looked the guy dead in the eye, and his nostrils flared before hate replaced the fear in his eyes. "Go to hell." The tremor clung to his voice like glue, and an amused chuckle escaped my lips. I straightened and

Larry! He is sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, his head slumped to his chest. I suck in a sharp breath….goddess, he’s not dead, is he? Quickly, I step over one of the dead bodies to Larry and grab both his arms, shaking him urgently. “Larry…” I whisper, “Larry, wake up!” As I shake him, I nervously look around. Where is Blake? Who are these people? So many questions, so little answers.

Larry POV I turned around and looked at all the books that were arranged on the shelves in his office, im not much of a reader but really hoped I could get some time to ho through them, at least to know what was so special about them. “Each second I’m becoming weak and weaker Larry, I don’t know what tomorrow holds, and my arm look at it” he says to me and shows me his left arm, the infection was getting deeper and deeper, it looked like he had been bitten by something worse than a vampire but he couldn’t tell me what it was.

“No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”