Lawrence Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Even as small as he was, he seemed to sense that something was terribly wrong. Lawrence paced near the entrance, glancing now and then at his watch before peering through the grimy window that overlooked the dirt road outside. He looked nothing like the polished, well-groomed man I'd seen at family events. His hair was disheveled, his beard was uneven, and his clothes were wrinkled and stained. It was clear that weeks on the run had taken their toll. "You must be hungry," he said suddenly, turning toward me and motioning to a paper bag resting on a makeshift table of wooden crates. "I brought sandwiches."

Lucas looked at Lebron indifferently and slowly said, "Do you think you are qualified for me to tell you the truth?" ... When these words were spoken, all of the Lawrence family disciples in the plaza were so shocked. "What's going on?" Right at this moment, a middle aged man walked over. The middle-aged man walked in big strides with a dignified look on his face. "It's Layton Lawrence." Layton Lawrence was an influential Genetic Fighter in the Lawrence family.