Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

"The film 'Rambo' is being shown in the cinemas again. Do you want to go watch it with me?" I nodded and waved at him. "Okay. I'll wait for you to come pick me up." Thomas smiled as he saw me off. "I'm Thomas Hilton! Make sure you don't forget me!" I turned back and looked at him one last time before leaving. Later that night, there was only one lamp turned on in my study. The sound of my phone ringing broke the silence. John's voice sounded on the other end of the line. "I just received news, Ms. Shaw. Thomas has committed suicide."

She should have given in to fate long ago, as she had done now. If he didn't have something important to accomplish right now, he really thought he'd be seduced by this poor beauty into spending the night with her. "You're really stubborn to the last minute. Who was it that told me earlier that you didn't love that impotent cripple at all?" Randolph glanced contemptuously at the woman in front of him. He felt that the most cowardly thing under the sun was for a man to delay his career in order to gain the love of a woman.

All the land in Uncle Thomas's yard was covered with yellow leaves that had fallen from all his trees. Uncle Thomas is a seventy-year-old man living alone. There were no children from his marriage to his wife many years ago because Amanda—as they called her, had uterine cancer which required surgical removal of the uterus. But even without children, they are still happy living their lives. They accept the destiny that God has outlined for them. The last few years, Amanda has been sick. Her cancer is growing again in other organs, making this kind-hearted woman often frown when she endures bouts of pain in the lower abdomen.

“He’s just learning to forgive himself.” Her gaze softened. “Maybe. But forgiveness doesn’t come easy to Calloway men. You must mean a great deal to him.” Before I could respond, Rand appeared beside me, his arm sliding naturally around my waist. “Mother,” he said, a touch of surprise in his voice. “Rand.” She smiled. “I was just telling your young lady how much I admire her work.” “She’s remarkable,” Rand said. “In more ways than one.” Mrs Calloway smiled knowingly. “Take care of her, son. The world already has enough lonely men with full bank accounts.”

Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."**

I furrowed my brow and eyed him coldly. "I'm widowed. My husband, Tom passed away from a massive heart attack a month ago at our mountain home. I wear my wedding ring on a chain that's around my neck," I said with a cracked emotional voice. Enzo frowned and told me he was sorry for my loss. I nodded and changed vials, being sure I wrote his name on the sample. "Do you like dogs, Mrs. Rockford?" I opened my mouth and clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth.

They were inseparable, and I was glad to have them as our neighbours. The most surprising was Randolph's twins. Susan and Isabelle. They ended up being very strong and mean Alphas. The signs had always been there. They had their mother's attitude too. The joke was on Randolph's one-legged father, who was still alive and kicking. The man bragged about his Granddaughters as if he did not once condemn them, and he moved to Livingston and continued his friendship with Raymond. He also made friends with Maxwell. His one-legged status had made him humble and more sociable. The man loved Racheal and apologised for his bad behaviour towards her. Randolph and Racheal had another set of twins, Boyce a

Noah’s eyes darkened and before his brain would comprehend what signals his body was sending, he moved in a swift motion and sealed his lips with hers. *** Thomas paced around in the room, pulling the rim of his glasses up his nose bridge constantly. While Ryan and Brenda watched him. “I can't do it,” he said, finally after the long silence. “I can't. It is evil.” “Evil? And sleeping with a married woman isn't?” Ryan asked cynically. Thomas turned to Brenda for help but she turned her face away. She wanted it. She has always wanted it. It was one of her childhood fantasies—two men at her service. Filling her hole at once.

He simply hadn't moved on from his wife. He initially planned to have Thaddeus find some suitable girls to introduce to Noah. But now, after thinking it over, he realized it was pointless. Forcing him to go on blind dates wasn't much different from pushing women on him. Thomas couldn't help but sigh. He had spent his whole life doing good deeds, but why did the men in the Holt family always have such difficult marriages and always face life-and-death separations? He glanced at Thaddeus and the woman next to him, Jessamine, and felt a sense of relief that this fool had finally made it through. But what about Noah?