Big D Randy Novels & Stories

When I turned, I saw a young boy of about 19 years old walk into the room with the brightest smile I had seen in a long while. “My name is Rand and I have been assigned to help you with anything you need, Sir,” Rand said with a smile still on his face which made his purple eyes stand out more. He had a cute purple eye and brunette hair. But he was at least 6 feet tall. “Thank you, Rand,” I answered with a tight-lipped smile and he nodded. “Please help me, I want to lie down on the bed,” I said to him and pointed at the bed. He scurried over to me and helped me get up from my wheelchair.

"Did you say—" "Yes, Oscar Bass. It was then that I knew how high up this thing really went. He was—is—one of the most influential people in all the tech world. And I, Andre Randall from Little Brook Trailer Park, was to meet and obey tech royalty. So I went, but before I did, I needed protection—proof.

one voice said, rough and low. Another snorted. “It’s Slade Fallon. He’s never backed out before. You forget who taught us half the moves we know? If anyone can handle the Death Race, it’s him.” Death Race? My pulse quickened at the mention of that. What the hell? “Yeah, but ever since he got with that chick, he’s been different,” a third voice cut in. “He’s getting soft. What if he screws up? What if she’s in the way?”

Randy gestured towards her fat lip. She giggled despite her nervousness, knowing he had a valid point. "Fair enough. I hoped no one would notice, but honestly, I feel too shitty to care what anyone thinks." Following Randy into his house, she scanned the newer, bi-level home, thinking it seemed enormous for just one man. Randy didn't have a wife, so he could live however he chose. The entire house was a bachelor's wonderland. The living room boasted a movie theatre with posh leather seating and a full bar, and the kitchen had more appliances than one person needed. Randy clearly made a decent living, and he definitely had style.

Jack stands up facing the main room. "Brothers listen up! The almighty Randi queen of bitches has been tamed by our good old Prez!" Jack shouts. The brothers look at him like he's lost his damn mind. Jack is the only one laughing. Until Randi tackles him to the floor. She's sitting on him pinning him down while she grabs his chin and twists. Leaving a huge purple bruise for everyone to see. It covers most of his chin. When she finally let him up all the brothers burst out laughing.

I just stood there staring at this little creature in front of me , This little guy has practically sold me out even without me knowing , I was still thinking of what to do to this little guy in front of me when my sister spoke up . " Edward is that truth , Don't tell me you have been rejected.. haha oh my God I think I love this part " " Think what ever you like Tracy i don't care ,Infact I think I have important things to do other than standing here listening to you " I walked closer to Randy he was now standing in front of me with a box chocolate in his hand . " Randy my boy today you sold your uncle out to a stranger , What happened to us keeping each orders secrets "

Cassandra Andrews has a little problem. She hates her family, has run away from home, and has no place to stay. Okay, maybe problems is more accurate. And 'little' is a stretch. Defeated, and helpless, she hides out at the women's locker room at a boxing gym far away from home where nobody who knows her would ever dream she's in. The days roll past quietly, and she's alright. Until... she's caught. Brent Bolland is the owner of the gym, and can easily throw her out. But one look at Cassandra, and his body starts acting up. He doesn't know the circumstances that must have brought her to him, but he intends for one thing.

I was feeling confused as we had just returned from Highcrown Walkers, yet Mark was already here knocking on my bathroom door. Quickly, I grabbed my bathrobe and went to meet him. As I opened the door, I saw the worry on his face and my heart sank. “What’s Wrong?” I asked with concern. “Oh my god, I just got here when Troy and Jake told me that Randy went berserk in the silver prison. He hurt a lot of people,” Mark looked very scared.

Harrah Family, he even went so far as to give ten percent of the company's shares, not expecting that the unworthy Randall Harrah would buy off the company's shareholders and take away the company. Marisa Miller's face trembled slightly, she clenched her teeth, not daring to speak out against it, so she stood quietly with her head hung low and was scolded by her father. When her father's emotions eased a lot, Marisa Darcysaid weakly, "Dad, the only culprit in this incident is Randall Harrah, and I don't mean to shirk responsibility." This is a big bet. She and her father thought they would definitely win. Who would have thought that Randall Harrah would give up halfway. Matthew Miller's fac

Randy said with a smile as he accepted my hand softly and placed a warm kiss on my knuckles. I felt goosebumps all over my body as dread ran down my spine. I didn't need to look back to see who it was, but I was sure that it was the Triple L watching me. They were not pleased, seeing Randy kiss my knuckles as my cheeks flushed. Quickly, I withdrew my hand and offered Randy a nervous smile. "It's nice to meet you, Randy. Are you related to Cynthia Miles? She is my colleague in the finance department?" "Yeah. Cynthia is my younger sister. She resembles my mother, while I resemble my dad," Randy said with a smile, before he looked behind me.