Fanfiction Randy Cunningham Novels & Stories

"Yes, yes! Can walk, can talk, can crawl on the ground!" Randy shook his head. "You misunderstood me. I really think this young lady looks familiar as if I've seen her somewhere." When he was very young, he once curiously opened the secret room where his father kept his collection and saw an oil painting hanging on the wall. The woman in the painting was a beautiful fairy. He was obsessed with it, and then he sneaked into the secret room every day to copy the pictures of fairies.

"Of course not, Win. It would be such a waste to end your life. If you need a replacement woman, you can ask me. I can help you find exactly what you're looking for. Whether it's a sugar baby, a young virgin, a leading lady, or even an older woman." "You're insane! Are you trying to become a pimp or something? Besides, you don't even have a partner yourself." "Hey, I don't lack partners because I can't get one, okay? It's because I'm choosy," Randy retorted indignantly. "Say whatever you want." "I'm serious, offer still stands, Win. Who knows, maybe you—" Before Randy could finish his sentence, Darwin, who was already annoyed, intentionally ended the call. Moreover, when Randy attempted to c

One little indiscretion, and the Major’s held it over me ever since. The sooner I can finish this job, the better. Buzz, hiss-hiss, flicker. Buzz, hiss-hiss, flicker. Creeeeek. He turned and looked at the cot. For a moment, Randy felt like he was a small child in his bedroom after the light was turned off, tucking his hands in tight beneath the blankets so the monsters couldn’t find him. He hesitated, his heart pounding strangely fast in his chest, then bent down to look under the cot.

Father werewolf, mom witch and lover is vampire, what a luck? Made him faceless. Made him every man. Randy. As soon as I was a teenager, Randy tied me up and shredded me into ribbons. His fangs tore. Claws tore. Nauseating smells clogged my nose. The fluid washed over my stomach and legs, and the cuts burned again. A long, serrated blade slid across my sternum, and Randy began cutting. Terrible memories and old screams echoed in an endless loop.

It was quite amusing at times to see him in that state. “How are things going with Tamika's pictures?” I asked as I turned to look at him. “Is the word spreading fast enough?” “You bet…” Randy said as he pulled me into himself. He was greedy when it came to my body. He just wanted everything all at once like he was going to lose me at any point from then. That had me remembering just how Dolph used to love me back then. Deep down, I doubted if I could ever become like that with Dolph ever again. That doubt made me continually consider the possibility of settling with Randy.

“The only men I’ve seen go to her penthouse were your brothers, movers, and delivery men. He had concluded his investigation yesterday. “She’s a normal pregnant lady who goes to the doctor, the grocery store, the baby store, work, and she volunteers at a soup kitchen. I even went as far as dressing up as an art connoisseur and entered Early’s Gallery. I got to speak to her personally.” Christopher looked up. “What happened?” Randy gave him a wry smile. “Nothing. I tried flirting with her and she didn’t take the bait. She just said thank you when I complimented her and kept showing me ugly paintings.” Christopher exhaled lightly. Then he asked himself was he really expecting the PI to tell hi

“When I heard the noises, I thought he was hurting her. I almost burst in to save her. But then the door opened and she ran out, all dishevelled. Not like someone who’d been hit. That’s when I realized it was… something else. Sex.” “It’s official,” Alex declared. “I’m throwing up. Randy is fucking the maid? And probably feeding us his kids? Ew! And of all the maids, that one? Sick. Twisted. I need brain bleach.” I leaned against the nightstand, arms crossed. “I always suspected someone was fucking her. Figured it was one of the guards or some other lowlife scum around here. But Randall? She’s talented, I’ll give her that—”

I died in Jimmy’s nursery. I had wanted to stay as close to him as possible. Joan opened the bedroom door. When she found me absent, she assumed I had not come home yet. She turned and took Randy by the hand. Then, he pulled him down onto our bed. With an indifferent tone, she said, “He probably fell for another swindler’s tale and ran off to some godforsaken wilderness.” Randy laughed loudly.

Vicky replied with a cute evil smile as she grabbed his strong dick with both hands and leaned down to take it into her mouth. Randy's little step sister, Vicky, had been an incredible teade since when they were young. Before Randy got admission into university, Vicky would tempt and tease him by walking around the house in a very skimpy little bathing suit that barely covers her soft ass or a pair of extremely sexy underwear that could get any man hard. Everything changed after his year one second semester. Randy came back home for a short break to visit his family and his old friends he had missed. Things were looking bright for him and he felt like everything was falling into place in his

"Who's Randy?" "Randy is Alpha Hughes' son. He's notorious for his cunning and sadistic ways,” I explained. "And you think he's the one who did this?" Alpha Matthew asked, gesturing to the fallen warriors. "It's a strong possibility," I nodded. "Randy is known for his underhanded tactics. I wouldn't put it past him to use some sort of poison or spell to take out your warriors.” Alpha Matthew gritted his teeth in anger. "I won't stand for this. We need to find out what really happened and bring those responsible to justice."