Randall Clark Armor Novels & Stories

Randy replied while taking off his shirt. My eyes dropped straight to his bare chest. There was a faded mark where the claw marks were earlier today. His chest and abs were defined, almost as if they were airbrushed on. He had a few scars on his shoulders that looked to be a few years old. There was a scar from a knife wound by his appendix. Following the movement of his hands unbuttoning his pants, my eyes landed on his defined V muscles.

Randall was quick to stop him as he placed an arm across his neck and brought down his finger with which he was pointing at me. "I would not do that, if I were you. Alpha Derrick has anything against people pointing at him like he's some child or criminal. We do not want to anger him now, do we?" Randall asked him as he swayed him. The duo fell behind me and right then, Grace fell in line with me. What a bad caretaker I must be. I have not been able to ask her since Arlene threatened her if she was doing okay. Clara would sure as hell be ashamed of my actions. It was no way close to the way she was nice.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

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.