Neil Randall Novels & Stories

Why hadn't he shown up yet? At forty-five, Randall Harrington had done well for himself. He often considered himself as a man who had fought through the many challenges that life had thrown at him and had come out victorious. Of course, he had the unfair luck of coming from a good family to aid him on his journey. Randall Harrington, the first son of the late Sir Harold Harrington, a baronet, was born into modest, landed wealth.

Although he did not know the exact reasons behind Niel's involvement with Ava, it was inevitably related to Paige and Chris. Ava should thank Randall. He discovered the similarity between Ava and Paige. Randall had been sitting in the car, waiting for Niel to leave before sending Ava a message, [I'm in front of your house. Come down.] … Ava had just finished a sweet chat with Niel on WhatsApp when she received Randall's message. Seeing Randall's message, she was startled. Randall had not messaged her in days, and she had been immersed in her affectionate exchanges with Niel.

In that image, she saw a familiar figure of a man dressed in a light gray shirt sunbathing on the balcony with a thick book on his thigh. Even though Randall was a mob boss, he was also a cultural man. In fact, he looked like a perfect gentleman with his gold-rimmed glasses on. He had fallen in love with reading ever since he got snubbed by a female university student for being uncultured. He would read anything except for medical books. That was because not only did Rowena not allow him to touch her, but she would not let him touch anything in the medical field as well. "Randall!" At that moment, Lola, donned in an apron, came running and shoved some ratatouille into Randall's mouth for him

“Meaning?” “My God-fearing assistant, Randall, has spent so much time here and lusted after you so impurely that his wife has filed for divorce. You led him astray.” Randall. The one who paid top dollar for the nastiest lap dances every Saturday night, then attended church every Sunday to repent for his sins? Leaning yet closer to her office, she gave a pouty shake of her head, a moue of disagreement. “God gave these men free choice.”

Maybelline was quickly escorted out by her superior, leaving a few experienced employees. Years ago, Randall was involved in a fatal car accident that resulted in someone's death. Dealing with the deceased person's family had proven to be troublesome. In an attempt to resolve the situation, he delved into some unregulated territories and even sought assistance from the Jent family. Randall had a basic understanding of the tactics employed by the Jent family; they held significant influence in Ventropolis, to the extent that not even the city government could touch them. Randall had mixed feelings toward Zach from the Jent family – both fear and disdain. He saw the Jent family as nothing more

Taylor looked at Channing nonchalantly. There was no anger on his face at all. “I assume you are Kayson? You’re pretty gutsy, but unfortunately, you’re just a grandmaster.” Kayson asked, “What kind of position do you hold in Eternalporium? Channing’s superior?” Randall’s face was dark as he barked, “Kayson! The man standing before you is Mr. Taylor Yost. I suggest you mind your attitude!” Unfortunately, Kayson paid Randall no mind. Even though he gave him the vibe of a warlord, he was a lot weaker than Taylor and Payton from the Rivspring Chamber of Commerce.

I could practically sense the tension rising in the room as I stepped up to Randall. I stopped a good couple of feet in front of him and nodded. “What would you have us do, Randall?” He seemed taken aback by my question. He looked around clearly shocked that he had this opportunity. “Go ahead.” Lyra spoke. “Or is your expertise simply noise making?” Randall looked back at me. He let out an indignant huff. “Contact King Reagan. Beg for his help. Tell him how sorry you are, lick the ground he walks on for all I care! Just get us back in his good graces.”

I gave her a small smile, letting her know I was there for her if she needed me. “I’m sorry, Nathaniel. I know I’m not good company right now. I was just rereading Tim’s letter. It’s painful to know he’s gone, and the only thing he really thought of was me living out the rest of my days. The last thing he will ever say to me is for me to live my life and to live it with another man.”

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.