Monsters University Randall Glasses Novels & Stories

Priscilla quietly gasped as she looked up to see the man. "I present to you Master Randall of Randall Holdings PLC," Festus proclaimed. Master Randall was in his late fifties with a few strands of white hair sparsely scattered around his well-combed hair. He had piercing gray eyes like his daughter but they had more of a mischievous twinkle in them. He walked over to Nana, gently held her right hand, and kissed the back of the hand. "It's so good to see your radiant face again La Matrona," Master Randall said with a warm smile.

Joker nods his head like that is agreeable. Minutes later, Jack comes in wearing black gloves and snapping the end against his wrist. “Let’s do this. Do you want to do the cock or balls?” I stifled a laugh at that question, but I could tell Joker was putting some thought into it. “Cock.” Before moving into position with one bander. Jack took the other out of Joker’s other hand. “On three. One, two, three.” You could hear the instrument clinking with movement before an agonizing scream pierced the air. Randall wakes up, still screaming, as he looks up at everyone before looking down and seeing his favorite body part turn purplish black. “Get it off of me!”

A younger man stumbled back against the wall, his hand over his mouth, bile rising. It was Spencer. Cassie’s old friend from college. His wide eyes shimmered in the half-light, horrified. He had thought he was being brought to talk, maybe threatened a little. Not this. “Jesus Christ…” he gagged, turning his head, but the sounds wouldn’t stop—the crunch of cartilage, the wet smack of bloodied fists. Randall didn’t even look at him at first. He just kept working the man over slowly. Finally, Randall turned his head. “If you’re going to vomit, do it in the corner. But don’t interrupt me.”

She asked. "I will be fine, Klara. I just need some time to myself," he replied coldly, tying his medium-length, black hair in a loose bun. He was shirtless. The deep scar on his chest was visible under the soft glow emanating from the candlelight. "Are you sure?" Klara asked. Randall pinched the bridge of his pointy nose, "I am. What brings you here?" His tall, huge frame sank into the bed, his muscular arm supporting the back of his head as he lay on his back.

Alora. I looked up and saw Randall, which surprised me and drew me back to reality; his emerald eyes were no longer deep pools of rage, but rather carried something I couldn't quite understand. "We'll get him back," he muttered quietly into my ears, still shaking. "I promise you." I wanted to believe him. Most importantly, I needed to cling on to that hope. However, the worry persisted as a deep-seated concern, becoming far more than a metastasizing growth.

Chapter 223: Play Fair Roman Each step up the stairs felt like I was hauling a hundred weights chained to my spine. Randall. The name pulsed behind my eyes like a warning light that refused to shut off. If that lanky, sociopathic bastard was the one manning the cameras, then I’d bet my life he’d already wiped every second of footage that put Serena Matthews anywhere near those grounds. Randall didn’t just clean messes. He erased truths—especially the ones that inconvenienced our father.

It had four arms, each holding a blade of black glass. ​"This ends now," I said. ​The monster lunged. It was a blur of black glass. I caught two of the blades with my bare hands, the glass cutting deep into my palms. I didn't care. I felt the heat of the Union burning in my blood. I kicked the monster back and slammed my fist into its chest. ​CRACK. ​The shadow-guard shattered like a mirror. ​I looked at the master switch. It was glowing red, humming with the monster’s energy.

The seals condensed into a silver light that was around Randall's hands. Randall's hands were enveloped by the silver light, and a skeletal shape formed. His fingers started to look like claws. It was Randall's technique, the Tornado Claw! At that moment, Randall forgot everything else! He only had one thought in mind which was to kill the three-headed silver python and end the match!

I tried not to think about it. Maurice’s Batman onesie was better than anything in the boxes, so he didn’t bother taking anything, but while I was trying on stuff, he went over to speak to Grayson. After a brief discussion, Grayson opened a drawer in his desk and extracted a handful of spectacles, which Maurice tried until a pair seemed to work for him. They had thick black frames and some kind of wrapping on the middle bit where they were obviously broken. Less than a day and Maurice had already levelled up from nerd to dork. If there was an uber-geek achievement to be won, he was well on his way to claiming it.

I could see the reflection of Danny from the transparent glasses. Sandra turned back and immediately she saw him. Her8 eyes darted around the room and I could tell she was plotting something, but before I could move…she picked up a bottle on the table, broke it into pieces and pressed her hand against the glasses. My eyes widened in shock as the sharp glasses cut through her palm…blood gushed out freely glistening under the light. I stepped back in horror breathing heavily and at the same time confused on what she was trying to do.