Randall's Friend Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

A young boy wrapping his arms around his uncle’s waist, another girl, older than the first, joining her brother and hugging Creighton who in turn wrapped his arms around the two while Sandra took Traci Ann who lunged at her, hugging her new aunt’s neck. “Sandra, these are my brother’s monsters,” Creighton told her a few moments later when the children released him. “This is Spencer and Mandy.” He introduced them together and smiled as they both hugged Sandra. Creighton took Traci Ann from his fiancée and sat her on his shoulders, tickling her knees and causing her to giggle hysterically. “All right you three,” their mother said with a warm smile. “Let Sandra breathe. Hello, I’m Kristin, the

Going to Jweali alone just for some Source Crystals, in Commander Randall's opinion, was absolutely insane. What Commander Randall didn't know was that Victor wasn't going for just a few measly Source Crystals. "Uncle Patrick, I can get there myself. I recently took in a pet that can swim. It can take me across the sea." "The dangers in the sea are beyond your wildest imagination, you..." "Uncle Patrick, my pet is a Monarch-rank creature. If we just stick to the surface of the sea, it won't be that dangerous." "Monarch-rank?" Commander Randall knew how powerful Monarch-rank creatures were. And precisely because he knew, he couldn't believe Victor had managed to tame a Monarch-rank mechanical

“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.”

The sex Randall gave me during that heat was magnificent, and even Candace ended up pregnant from that encounter with him. Candace and I have been best friends since I moved here with Annalise, my mother, and my stepdad. I was surprised and over the moon when we found out that both of us had Randall as our mate. The only problem was, at the time, Annalise had already claimed him as hers. Little did I know at that time she hadn't claimed him, he had claimed her and then wouldn't let her go.

"That's not." "Yup." Randy chuckled as he moved in beside her and placed an arm across her shoulder. "His name is Pennywise, Penny for short. I made an offer with the owner who was more than willing to cooperate once I told her that she had a stolen alpaca in her possession." "Not even funny, Randy," Cassie said with a pout. "That little turd hates me. I have the teeth marks and ass bruises to prove it."

"Sometimes when I see Jacob I just see River. They seriously look alike, like it's bad. I swear the only difference is the eye colour and that River was darker, he didn't have dreadlocks like me but most of my siblings did." "And Randall?" I persisted. Her gaze met mine once again. I sensed he was her favourite sibling. "Randall was my best friend, only a year older. He would be twenty-two next month. Randall was really strong and soft-hearted, he believed in true love. Randall would stare into the sky and say something deep, you know, he was that type of guy. Poetic." She blinked to swallow. "I miss him." "I'm sure I would've liked him," I tried to console.

The air seemed to go still. I looked at the man before me as my brain worked overtime. Why was Randall’s friend here to see me? What did he want? What relationship did he have with Vivian? “I know what you’re thinking.” Chester leaned into the couch and drank a sip of water from his glass. “You’re wondering if Vivian sent me to test you.” I did not deny it. Chester smiled, but it was more of a grimace. “Randall and I grew up together. We were classmates from primary school all through university. When he died, I was abroad at a conference. When I got back, he had already been cremated.”

A younger man stumbled back against the wall, his hand over his mouth, bile rising. It was Spencer. Cassie’s old friend from college. His wide eyes shimmered in the half-light, horrified. He had thought he was being brought to talk, maybe threatened a little. Not this. “Jesus Christ…” he gagged, turning his head, but the sounds wouldn’t stop—the crunch of cartilage, the wet smack of bloodied fists. Randall didn’t even look at him at first. He just kept working the man over slowly. Finally, Randall turned his head. “If you’re going to vomit, do it in the corner. But don’t interrupt me.”

Kaziel smirks at me, and I try not to blush, only to fail spectacularly. Hera sniffles, keeping her gaze on the floor. “F-fine, I-I’ll tell you.” “Go ahead,” my man says, moving over to lean against my chair. Hera lifts her gaze, her eyes filled with fear. “I remember meeting one of the top members. She…she introduced herself as Mrs Ember…Randall.” My blood runs cold in my veins. Tyler’s mother?!