Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

“W-What?” “Are you deaf? I’m asking if Randy is courting you. He once told me about a woman he wanted to court, someone he’d admired for a long time. He also said that woman already has a child—whose name, by the way, happens to be the same as mine! And to top it off, he mentioned that the woman seemed to harbor a grudge against the father of her child! Now, I want to know the truth—is that woman you? Did you deliberately let him court you just to hurt me?”

Ryan Growled. “Sir, the person …he came to see the person…She broke her leg and has hurt her head! I came to tell you Sir…B-but…S-Sir…you w-were busy…S-she ….S-he…” Thomas stuttered as if he was a wanted criminal facing the gallows! “She?..what happened to your tongue Thomas?? ” Ryan roared. “She is your wife Sir.” Thomas spat out quickly and almost ran out of there. “What! My wife!” Ryan’s face turned a deeper shade of black and he hurried upstairs yelling “Olivia Bradley!!”

"He sold you to us, little bird. He handed you over on a silver platter just to save his pathetic name." Rhys walked slowly toward the desk, his steps silent and predatory. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers gripping her jaw with a bruising, unyielding force. He tilted her face up, forcing her to look into his dark eyes behind the lenses of his glasses. "You are trembling, Elena. Is it fear, or are you finally realizing how pathetic your husband is compared to us?"

“So early in the morning… have you had breakfast yet, Mr. Davidson?” Randall spoke calmly, measured: “Thank you. I apologize for the sudden intrusion. There was a misunderstanding last night—Xandra left with Miss Ivey. She has never traveled far before, and she never leaves my side. She wasn’t able to bring her medicine. I ask Mrs. Caldwell’s kindness to tell me her whereabouts. I would be most grateful.” These two were polar opposites. Anna wouldn’t give in to Forrest’s pleading, nor was she swayed by Randall’s polite deference.

The reflex of four heads turned in the direction where Ignazio was now with his male cousins. "Why him?" Falisha asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, he's a worrisome bachelor too," Francisca replied with a melancholic expression. "Oh God, Ef. He's a widower, not a bachelor," Sara chuckled mockingly. Falisha nodded in agreement. "Exactly, he's even more worrying," Francisca lamented louder. "He can't live alone forever, can he? Regardless, he's a normal man. He surely needs a wife to accompany him every night." Francisca innocently said, making her two cousins laugh.

"No no no! I.. I'll talk to her. I think I can persuade her to change her mind!" "You think? Are you trying to waste our time even more then you already have?" A woman spoke up crossing over from the fireplace mantle, draping her arm over her husbands chair resting her hand on his shoulder. Her gaze was even more cold then her husbands. She was the true threat of the group, Winifred Thomas. Despite the husband being the one to wield the power, half their family's success had been dependent on her. Whether simple business transactions, who to bribe, who to bury. In her husband's mind her voice was close enough to hearing god speak.

"I only recognize Regulus as my mate. While he lived, I was his Luna. Now that he's gone, I won't attach myself to another male." The hall fell silent for a moment. Elder Matthias' brow furrowed deeply, but he eventually relented. The council had no authority to force a loyal widow to stay. The transfer order was approved and pushed across the table toward me. It was a single flimsy sheet of paper, yet it carried more weight than three years of marriage. When I returned to the estate, I immediately spotted "Lawrence Thornfield" on the terrace. Alice Moreau was nestled in his arms, her fingertips tracing along his throat as she laughed with seductive charm.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

I looked at Walter and said, "Get back up. You said before that real men never kneeled." "I'm about to lose my wife and my mother. I'd rather have them back than be a real man." Thomas also got on his knees. "I don't care whether I'm a 'real man,' either. I don't need that. But I do know that I need you and Penny in my life." Mom didn't respond. After what happened, she had now completely given up on him. In the past, she would have started deducing as soon as she saw him frown.

Meet with them and then tomorrow…Let’s get hitched! Love, Rand Letting out a long sigh, she smiled from ear to ear. It’s like her ole ma used to say. When things are this good? It feels you’re like ridin’ a gravy train with biscuit wheels. Apparently, she was getting married tomorrow to the man she ran away from for twenty years. Yes, she made a huge fool out of herself last night, but she just couldn’t help it. Even at forty, he was the yummiest piece of beef for miles around. I mean the man is hotter than hell’s brass hinges! If she were the same age as the Slut For Hire twins, she would jump him too.