Monsters Randall Novels & Stories

“Maybe I am playing the damsel, but I told you, I will make sure you have nothing. One by one, I will take everything.” “Cute,” I said sweetly. “Keep telling yourself that, Mila. But don’t forget — I always win.” “If you were winning, Arianna, you wouldn’t be wasting your time talking to me,” Mila ssid, tilting her head. “Maybe you should worry about Gabe. Because I’m not the only reason he’s slipping away.” That landed like a slap. Before I could reply, a scream tore through the rooftop. The crowd parted as Randall staggered toward the pool, clutching his stomach, blood and colorful foam spilling from his mouth. His throat bulged like something was tearing him apart from the inside.