Young And Beautiful Larry Novels & Stories

"Damn it, you have the guts to say it again?" Being slapped directly to his face, Larry turns over on the spot. He doesn't study well at ordinary times. He follows a group of young people and has a big temper.

Larry said, striding into his room, he seemed to be in better spirits. "You've got your check-up ….. Whoa, bro! How are you completely healed!" He shouted, running his hand through his head. Andrew shrugged, He wasn't planning to tell anyone about Selene's visit. "Dude! There are no scars!" Larry exclaimed, pulling off Andrew's covers and pointing at his chest. "WTF!! Bro! Are you now into voodoo or something?" Larry asked, Andrew gave him a 'Do not be ridiculous look.' and threw his legs down from the bed.

He darts his eyes between both of us until it finally stops in front of me like he is secretly asking me for help. I step forward, frowning. "Listen, Caroline. It's fine, it doesn't matter. I'm sure he's got his reasons." She turns to me and rolls her eyes like she is exasperated from asking the same questions again and again. “It's not fine, Larry. He's a little kid and little kids wanna eat cookies and drink milk and do…things." "I know," I say and swallow. "But he doesn't." Little Larry shakes his head. "I wanna eat the kind of cookies Tiffany used to bake for me!"

That’s when I hear the voice I never wanted to hear again. “Lana?” I look up. Larry. Sitting at a corner table with two friends, coffee in hand, grin spreading like he just won the lottery. He stands up fast, chair scraping loud. “Holy shit, it’s really you.” I don’t smile. “Larry.” He walks over, too close, smelling like cheap cologne and entitlement. “You look… different. Good different. Where’ve you been hiding?” I cross my arms. “Not hiding. Just living.”

LARRY: “That’ll melt half the country. We’ll get sponsors, investors, pity votes. And when the board starts leaning my way again… boom. I take back the company.” Anita scribbled it all down, her mouth tight. She didn’t like the way he was smiling. But she had learned long ago to keep her thoughts quiet around men like Larry. After Anita left, Larry stood in front of the mirror, straightened his collar, and took one last admiring look at himself. “Both women played their part beautifully,” he muttered. “Audrey, the little firecracker. June, the perfect fallen angel.” He raised his glass to the reflection.

“He’s talking about you — about the company — everything.” Aleksander’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he came closer to see. The livestream filled the screen. Larry’s face appeared — tired, but carefully arranged in that polished charm he always used for the public. The comments section was exploding in real-time, hearts and shocked emojis flashing faster than I could read. “Guys, I just want to clarify something,” Larry was saying, his voice deep, steady. “There’s been a lot of talk about me, about Maya, about Brandy. And I think people deserve the truth.”

"Have you ever done anything properly Larry?Go kill them!We are commiting a crime here." "Yy..yes sir." Larry took a few steps towards the figure but before he could get to it,Shamma opened her eyes,a flickering light piercing through Larry's gaze.Her eyes shone bright such that Larry diverted his gaze.He tried to move but he couldn't. It felt like a dream.Luyota had a whole lot of mysteries and he seemed to have butted heads with one of them. "I dont want to hurt anyone.Where is Xavier?" a small voice said scaring Larry.He tried to look at her once again but he couldnt,a little girl with long silver hair,glowing eyes and glowing hands in the middle of a bush at night, what could be more sca

i bark at the little girls playing around and we take the stairs up. "Here we are, try to remain silent" i say to him and go for the door knob and stop just to check if the cheeky girls had it wired bit it was all good, i push the door open and get in, the surprise catches me in shock, Larry was sitting in the couch, his head in bandages, he puts a smile on his face he was waiting for us like he knew we were coming Ivy besides him, holding a gun

It was a text message from Larry. "I'll be back tonight." His text message was like a tiny spark that somehow burned the tips of my fingers. I looked at Nora and tried to keep my voice from shaking. "He'll be back. He said he's coming home tonight." Nora was so happy that she jumped for joy. It had been six years, and this was the first time that Larry ever said that he would be home to celebrate Nora's birthday. At night, I made a beautiful rack of venison ribs, blueberry croissants, and got Larry's favorite red wine. Nora even made sure to finish all of her homework ahead of time.

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.”