Randall Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

“Why is the Council here? Randall, what’s so fucking important that you would show your face in my suite again?” He stands up and meanders over to the clothes cupboard as if no one else is in the room, rummaging through until he finds a pair of shorts for himself. He finds another pair of shorts and tosses them to Reggie. I purse my lips and fold my arms over myself. “Bronx, Elder Randall says he has evidence that you were in an underground fighting ring with dark creatures.” “Yeah? And?” He pinches the end of his cigarette to snuff it out.

"Oh no, that's terrible! We had no idea." “What's with all the people on black?” Randall's expression changed. "We need to go in and see if we can help." “Umm, there's a wake, or was a wake.” “Who's wake? Why are there so many cars parked outside?” “Miss Eliza had some people over--” Randall ran past Jenkins. He was certainly hiding something. Tammy followed directly behind him. The first thing that caught Randall's attention was the huge portrait of Kira.

Belle didn't fight it , she knew her sister would walk on fire with bare legs for her. She started looking at the pots to see if everything was ready. "Do you know who's coming?" she asked Belle She pouted as if trying to remember.. "Oh, Dad said it was the family and owner of White Industries." Rosette's eyes shot up from the soup she was ladling. She worked for White Industries. What if someone recognized her, though the chances were low as she was one of the thousand employees in the office but what if.... So her boss, the biggest business man of the city was coming to her house to dine. This was some news to digest.

Jasmine "We all are monsters," Rei replied. "It’s how we live another day and how we can live with ourselves when we finally sleep. You’re not unaccustomed to monsters. You’ve lived with one for most of your life.” Reinaldo laid his arm on the top of the booth behind me. “I’ve been thinking about last night.” Warmth filled my cheeks as I released the stem of my glass. “Me too.” “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I’d like to get to know you better.”

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

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.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.