Fanfiction Randy Cunningham Novels & Stories

Freeda let her gaze settle on him, flat and unflinching. Randy’s eyes drifted briefly past her to the lane of parked cars. “He stayed.” “Yes,” she said. “He doesn’t trust you alone with me.” “No,” she said evenly. “He trusts you exactly as much as you deserve.” That earned a faint, tight smile from him—no warmth, just assessment. “Fine,” he said. “Then I’ll be plain.” She waited. “If I can’t have the story,” Randy said, standing fully upright now, the concrete cold against his shoes, “I’ll ruin the ending.”

Unfortunately, Randy's previous upbringing was too sheltered, leaving him completely defenseless against people. She raised her hand and rubbed his head, "I will come to pick you up on your twentieth birthday. If you want to read, I will ask Keon to bring more books for you." Randy had originally wanted to confess about the one-night stand, but now that Lena's mood had slightly improved, would she be disappointed again if he were to speak up? She had already gone to find Tyson. Tyson was not a good person, he was a sly and cunning wolf, just pretending to be well-behaved.

The words made me feel unsettled in a way I couldn't quite articulate, creating doubt where I'd been certain the night before, because what if they were right and I was being naive about Randy's motivations and his character? I walked towards Randy's room almost without deciding to do it, my feet carrying me down the hallway to the door I'd rarely entered during our marriage because it had been his private space and I'd never felt particularly interested in invading it. The door opened easily under my hand, swinging inward to reveal a space that was neat and organized and somehow sad in its minimalism, because looking at it with clear eyes made obvious how little Randy had actually possessed

Madelyn’s POV There was an unfamiliar charge of emotion that coiled in my veins. My heart beats faster with the thought of having a power that could change the course of my situation. Revenge. I looked at Randy straight in his eyes. I could feel a strong determination oozing out of my soul. “Tell me more about this deal.” Randy smiled with satisfaction, but didn’t say anything about it. “I have a daughter. Had. She passed away in an accident while studying abroad.”

"You have no idea what my softball teammates talk about. We all have that special fantasy guy picked out to pop our cherries." I choke on my water and pull my hand away from hers to cover my mouth. "See?" Steph says. "She also reads romance novels, but I don't think Mom or Ty has any idea what's actually in those things." I read romance novels at her age too. Now I prefer a good mystery but hey, I never knock romance, because they were my mother's favorites. "We hooked up and he snuck out before dawn. He saw me later that morning on the bus joking around with Lane Grisham, the other kicker, and Aiden's been a jerk since. Bottom line, a rendezvous," I look at Candice when I emphasize the word

Randy went around the counter and sat at a desk with a calculator, a laptop computer, and a telephone. "I'm gonna get going, Randy, talk to you soon." She put the hood of her coat over her head and dashed to her car parked at the curb. Tracing the route backward to the B&B, she stopped for a bite to eat at the diner and then headed to her room. She wanted to download her photos to her laptop, but she really wanted to see Elliott. She was torn. What to do? What to do? ****

His roar filled the cabin again. "Now, where were we?" She studied him for a moment before continuing. "I want to tell you a story." Mandy then poured out her soul. She spoke about her father, Malcolm the rapist. She told him about her childhood and the loneliness she felt. Then, told of her brother and his struggles to feel accepted. Large tears rolled down her cheeks when she explained about Emily coming into their lives. Her story ended with kidnapping Honey and all that happened until they arrived in bear territory. Tyboll's head and eyes were turned away from her by the time she finished.

"Six months ago, you wouldn't have stood in the same room as me unless you were handing out reprimands." Randy trembled, his head lolling as if the simple act of keeping his neck straight required Herculean effort. His skin, pale and sweating, betrayed a desperate, low-grade fever—the mark of someone who had tasted the byproduct of Anji’s volatility and found themselves hooked. "I don't... I don't give a damn about the past, Anji," Randy hissed, his breath hitching. "I just need the fix. You said if I cleaned up the files... if I took care of the ledger audits, you’d—"

"Dad, Mom, I plan to separate from Cassian." Randolph bowed his head lower. Ulva answered almost immediately. "Be honest. Did he cheat on you?" I struggled to keep my voice even. My eyes burned. "Cassian's first love, that rogue she-wolf, returned to LA. She had his son. He's housed them outside Ironthorn territory." "Bang—" Randolph slammed the frying pan onto the quartz countertop. The smell of butter and garlic hung in the air, a thin, hot mist near my throat.

"Have you decided what you'll write about, yet?" Arni's face lit up, excited Selby asked about his dream. "I want to write a Civil War story about two brothers fighting on opposite sides of the war and the girl they both fall in love with. I want it to take place in Mississippi, and I plan on visiting there for some research as well as vacation time." Selby nodded. "Sounds like a pretty good basis for a story. Have you written anything so far?"