Novel & Cerita Randal Ivory

He’s a damn, walking elephant compared to me, and how the fuck does he even exist? Malek growled at the clear contempt in his eyes. Oh he is out for my blood, I can feel it. I looked at Valerie in disbelief and shock, but her face was dead serious as she speaks. “Randy, or Randall, is our papa bear. On your first day, you might want to learn from him a thing or two about attacking, and I know that is not your strongest suit, so he’s perfect.” she said and smiles, mischief dancing in her eyes as she pats ‘papa bear’ on the back.

He wasn't certain if Vincent had written the symbols correctly. "I feel like taking a drive to Winterset," he growled firmly. "Okay boss, dress and change forms and I will get the car ready," Anthony said as he handed Randall a stack of folded clothes. Randall shifted from his demon into his tall silver-haired human form. He was an attractive older man and charming, which made him capable of manipulating others very easily. Randall grinned sardonically and decided he would have to go to his son and force him to complete his pledge if necessary.

Ivory stated. Rex was dumbfounded by that single statement and looked at his mate to make sure she was actually being serious and from the look he got, she was absolutely serious. He drew her close and trailed kisses all over her face down to her neck. Ivory grabbed at him desperately, arms around his head. Rex sank to his knees beside her and fumbled with her panties, finally ripping them off. He stroked her with skilful fingers and then with his skillful tongue, Rex kissed between her legs. Ivory on the other hand stopped him for a moment and looked into his eyes and said

If it hadn't been for Phillip's brutality and Robert's attempt on her life, she wouldn't have been able to act as she did. "Kiran, you've won," Old Master Carter finally spoke, looking at Kiran. Kiran remained silent, waiting for Old Master Carter to explain. This was indeed his goal—to uncover the truth about Randall Carter's origins. "Randall is the illegitimate child of his mother and a man from Mawi," Old Master Carter revealed, his face contorting with what seemed like a great shame, veins bulging on his forehead. "An illegitimate child with someone from Mawi?" both Sofia and Joshua exclaimed, disbelief written all over their faces.

“Then let me help you. I’ve already made up my mind.” Before he could argue, she stepped closer, taking his hands. “We’re fighting the same enemies, Dixal. If we don’t strike back, your company will fall the same way your father’s did. And I won’t let that happen.” Dixal’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know what kind of man Donald Randall is. He’s one of the richest men in the country, with vast lands in Laguna and a network of businesses. I suspect he’s behind the spread of a new drug—crystal ecstasy.”

However, in the next second, Ivory said what kind of help she expected from us. "From Jax's appearance and how he fights, I know that Jax is a warrior. I want him to help our pack to slaughter the Feral, while he looks for fellow races to join him as a clan." Ivory paused her sentence. She tried to hide a look of anxiety on her face, but I could see it clearly. "And your friend the scientist, what's his name? Ayden Davidson? I'm sure he can create a vaccine to cure the Lycan affected by the feral plague." I looked at Ivory, trying to figure out if she meant what she said or not, and if it would cause problems for Jax and his friends. After all, we were new to Ivory and Max. It felt very rash

“But you weren’t the one I came to see die tonight.” The thin man who’d been beating Spencer started to beg in a low, frantic voice. “Randall—Randall, I’ll do anything. I can make it right. I can—” “You already made it wrong,” Randall said. He stepped back, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small recorder. He clicked it on and held it up. “You lied to Ross. You lied to Spencer. You lied to me. You think you can play the board like that and not lose?”

Kade’s POV: The whole scheme was insane. And yet, a part of me had to admit it was brutally impressive. Lancaster intercepting Wolfe's messages, Wolfe embedding a spy as a tutor—it was a twisted game of chess, and Ivy had been a pawn in the middle. “Wow,” I finally managed, my voice low with a mix of shock and reluctant admiration. “That’s… a lot to process.” “Tell me about it,” Rand said, nodding with a disbelieving shake of his head.

“It took me a few days to think about it, but I believe the Council members are right. We have a lot to learn from each other.” “Were you an athlete as a child?” Randall ignores my statement. “I… ran hurdles on the track team.” I shrug. “I never took it too seriously.” “Shame.” He takes another deep sip of his drink. "I guess that's good for me." My brows knit at his odd admission, then quickly change the subject before he realizes he messed up. “Elder Randall, you’ve never brought your mate to Blood River. Tell me about her. Maybe she would like to join you the next time.”

I wasn’t going to hide anymore, or be lied to and kept in the dark. “What do you mean I’m supposed to be dead? And who is this ‘she’?” He shook his head before he answered; it was as if he was trying to clear his mind of what he was thinking. He was not a tall man— Chase and Alex towered over him. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and his build was stocky. If he hadn’t been projecting malice and rage like an antenna, I might have even described him as attractive. “Forgive me, I am Randall Cane, king of the Alaskan Vampire Clan,” he said with a bow. My mouth charged ahead before my brain could catch up.