Randall Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

"One of the girls gave him a blow job, sir." There was silence. Then, "What did you say, Randin?" "Sir, one of the girls sucked his cock and he let them in." "Randin, I thought I told you you'd be in deep shit if you lied to me." "Yes, sir. There was a knock on the door and Corp. Crandall got up and went over to the door and opened it a little and talked to somebody. Pretty soon one girl came in and they went over to Corp. Crandall's desk. He sat down in his chair and she got on her knees in front of him and you could tell she was opening his pants. She leaned in with her head and pretty soon there were slurping sounds and her head was bobbing up and down. After a while he grabbed her head w

Zen snickered, leaning on the pillar of the temple, smirking mischievously at Randall. “Shut up.” Randall growled. “Oh, imagine, words are enough to hurt an Army General. Sir, you have successfully shown your weakness.” Zen’s smirk grew wider, leaning closer to his face. “Shut your damn mouth. Have you ever seen me throwing emotional tantrums?” Randall scoffed, straightening his back. “Who knows, I might, now.” Zen chuckled, teasing him but Randall only frowned in displeasure in return. Randall was pissed because Zen had found something he never showed and he shall use it to taunt him now, he wouldn’t let go of this talk easily.

Then he leaped behind me and grasped my hand. "We're not here to harm you," I said firmly, trying to keep my voice steady even though it was quite obvious that I am stuttering. "We are here to talk in peace. But we can't let you continue to cause chaos in this town." "A human-sized wolf that can talk? Impressive!" Randolph exclaimed before he looked up at his son. "It seems that you are not the only monster in this school, huh, son." "Whatever you plan for that woman, we highly suggest don't do it," I said, trying to ignore Randolph's statement.

I have to get out of here, I have to prepare for killing him. The cell opened, Randall entered again with his two warriors. He smirked looking at me making me to glare at him and mentally said to myself; when I get out of here, when I have a wolf, I will kill him too, as well as Gibbor and Helly, I will kill them all.

Samantha is not one to sugarcoat words. “Thank you” Emily replied nonetheless. Samantha's words hurt her, but she was grateful that she went out of her way to come for her. Without acknowledging Emily’s thanks, Samantha went on. “We are still on the lookout for the intruders, and we fear that they operate through some insiders. And you know how this goes. Should the intruders not be caught, then the humans among us are in trouble...” Hearing this, Emily exclaimed. “Huh...”

He was kind enough not to kill me, so I want to return the favor. The Tormentian blinks blearily at me, then he looks over my shoulder and his eyes widen. “It isn’t for you!” Another hybrid lunges into my side, knocking me off the vampire. What was it with Tormentians and sneak attacks?! “That’s not very sporting, Randall,” the Tormentian on the ground grunts at the large gray wolf. Randall snorts and grips my arm in his teeth, giving it a good shake, his teeth tearing into my flesh.

’ He sent over mindlink. ‘Stop flirting with me in public. We still have a problem.’ I told him, playfully glaring at him. ‘Nah, I don’t think so. Randall has never had any bad records except for what he did to you, which was an order from his Alpha.’ ‘What do you mean? How did you know?’

Towards the end of my shift, he got up from his table and walked towards me, I wondered what he wanted to say as he came closer. "Hi, I am Roman Rine, you are?" He introduced himself and asked me about my name I didn't know if I should cross my hands or shake his hands but I just stood still. "Savannah Andrews, I just started working here sir" "I like the way you look Savannah, can you tell me more about yourself? do you have any dreams or passions?" I didn't know if a stranger should be asking this of me. "Honestly if I even had none, it's no use at this point" I frowned

Lazar hisses menacingly. Randal slides his arm away and takes a few steps back, still grinning like a fool. Maybe he really is a madman. “Let’s get a bonfire going,” Randal suggests. “Don’t go too far now. Just gather up the sticks that are nearby.” Gathering sticks for the bonfire gives us something to do. We walk around, looking for fuel, while Laz and Randal keep an eye on us. Eventually, we have enough, and Randal starts the blaze. I know it’s for our benefit and not theirs. I’ve never heard of a vampire getting cold.