Georgia Randolph Novels & Stories

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

“It's about this whole… charade, this pretend marriage thingy we are doing. Tell me, honestly, do you really think it's the right thing to do? Are we really on the right track by doing this or do you think it will do more harm than good to Zane at the end of the day? As for me, I've really got nothing to lose but rather, everything to gain. But from the things I learnt so far about Zane, do you really think this will be beneficial to him?” Randolph turned to give me a long, penetrating look with something akin to fatherly admiration in his eyes, making me a bit uneasy. Just when I thought he wasn't going to say anything, he finally said in a solemn, sincere tone. “I knew you were a gem the m

A few even called her a gold digger. Rand saw one comment and shut the phone immediately. “They’re dragging you into it,” he said. “It’s fine.” “It’s not,” he snapped. “They don’t know you. They don’t know what you’ve done for me.” She placed her hand on his. “Then let them talk. We’ll prove them wrong by living.” He stared at her, then nodded slowly. By afternoon, someone knocked. Not a reporter — a woman, mid-forties, calm, holding a folder.

Georgia turned back and lowered her voice, hissing, "Do you have any idea who Mr. Lucero is? If something goes wrong, all of us won't get away! Do you think finding a scapegoat to take the blame is enough?" She then looked back at Abigail with contempt in her eyes and went on, "If she were really as good as she claims to be, she would have become famous a long time ago." "I'll do a heart valve replacement operation for him. But I want Randy to be my assistant." Randy was a recognized genius in the hospital. Hearing this, Georgia snorted. "Who do you think you are? Do you even know who Randy is?" Soon, a familiar voice rang through the hallway. "It seems that I'm wanted here?"

“You don’t exactly know what you are saying, it's much more than that. For now you are too young to know.” “Ha. Too young, I guess I’m a little older than you.” Randall stretched his hand to her once again while sitting. “Hi, I’m Randall, thirteen years of age.” The young oversized girl immediately, shook Randall's hand. “I’m… oh? We don’t say our name to anyone outside our clan. I’m sorry—but I could tell you my age. I’m twelve years of age.” She said while shaking Randall. “Okay. No prob. I should call you a woman then!” He joked.

Randolph put forth his hand for a handshake, but Drake just stared at the hand and stood unbothered with both his hands in his pocket. He’s full of himself too. “Thank you, Randolph,” he replied. Oh, that voice. “The place is yours to control, with or without my presence.” Randolph pointed at the corner of the store. What? His to control? What is Randolph saying? Drake has only just arrived in Silvertail. He hasn’t been here for twenty-four hours and he’s already the manager of Rand Store? “This here is Gina,” Randolph pointed at us, respectively. “And Zelda. They handle the desk.

Just because of that? Something trivial, but turned out to be fatal… until a god is punished and stripped of his title. Gana thought, how great is Randu's figure? to make all this mess…to make so many people want her? Is she really beautiful? Or is she that great?

I don’t understand the value in keeping a few women hostages, unless they know who I am, and they’re hoping that holding me can give them power over Eli or the other Alphas. The door opens, and Randolph comes in again with a big smile, which I return. “Hi, Randolph,” I say. “What do you have for us today?” “I’m not s’posed to talk to ya,” he says, but then he lowers his voice to a whisper. “But… I’ve got a loaf of bread I managed to hide from ‘em.”

It's not . Brent ignored his ambiguous ellipsis: Who is she with now, can you find out? She's got a kid, who's she having it with? Sam: That's probably a little hard. Randolph, as he knew him, was a Detroit gangster and a notorious sexual sadist. A year ago, he'd gotten into a fight with Boston gangster Rock, who'd died on the scene, and Randolph had been caught by the police, prosecuted and acquitted after months of litigation. But how could he possibly be with Hermosa if he was a sadist? Elisa, might she be his child?