Randy Cunningham Fanfiction Novels & Stories

To the silver barely threading through the dark hair brushing his shoulder, and my fingers itched to touch it. Jesus Christ, Emery! Your best friend’s dad? Really? “You planning on staring all night?” he asked quietly. My eyes snapped back to his as heat flared in my face. “I wasn’t staring,” I defended. That almost-smile appeared again, knowing I was lying. A woman brushed past him then, dragging long red nails across his shoulder. “You fighting again later, Cain?” she asked. He never looked at her. “Yeah, probably.” “Crowd’ll pay double tonight, if you do,” she cooed.

Lewd thoughts and unquenched desire prevented Cassie from getting back to sleep. She tossed and turned because her mind raced with what went down. With the blink of an eye, her relationship with Randy had morphed into something intense and unexpected. His touch left burn marks on her flesh and the memory of his lips. Shaking her head vehemently, she tried to focus on the most important piece of information that her late-night visit revealed. Randy had an affair with Melody, and the cops knew. The shit could hit the fan, at any given moment, if they came up with a shred of evidence that pointed to Dillon meeting with the Grim Reaper.

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.

She's already had her last fling with her daddy and she only has two more days until her wedding, she may as well make the most of them. Randy is in his bedroom with his cock out, stroking it like crazy. His sister was actually fucking him! That sexy, black, body stocking and mask was un-fucking-believable. Why the fuck did Chris have to come back when he did? They were so close! She must be aching, too! He'd heard her tell Dad that her and Chris weren't fucking until their wedding night. He strokes faster as he fantasizes sneaking into her bedroom tonight after their parents are asleep. Just as he's wondering how she'd react, he shoots his load, pumping a huge pool of cum into a wad of Klee

"Six months ago, you wouldn't have stood in the same room as me unless you were handing out reprimands." Randy trembled, his head lolling as if the simple act of keeping his neck straight required Herculean effort. His skin, pale and sweating, betrayed a desperate, low-grade fever—the mark of someone who had tasted the byproduct of Anji’s volatility and found themselves hooked. "I don't... I don't give a damn about the past, Anji," Randy hissed, his breath hitching. "I just need the fix. You said if I cleaned up the files... if I took care of the ledger audits, you’d—"

Randolph had turned on the football game in the other room and I realized it was after lunch. “Now that he is distracted,” I whispered, “Do you know about any reason why… every time I look at him, I just want to strip and jump his bones? Like I just start dripping if he stands in front of me.” I said exaggerating slightly. Randolph let a low lust-filled growl escape his chest from the other room. I knew he heard what I just said to Gunny. I was trying to be a little funny with my friend, not trying to start his engine.

“Let him come to you when he’s ready,if he ever is.” Carlson nodded slowly, staring through the windshield, that's only if he ever is.“ He was supposed to be a dare. But I ended up falling for him. Isn't that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Barry shook his head. “No. That’s what karma sounds like.” They sat in silence for a while, the rain pattering softly against the hood. Weeks passed. Randy threw himself into schoolwork, into his art, into anything that would drown the ache in his chest.

A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man. God! This is it! The letters, sentences, and statements of her next work are already playing in her brain. Shean could hardly recognize herself in the newly discovered feelings inside her. That man… that handsome man, and his strange charisma was the only thing she needs to liven the worldly part of her brain. But, will they ever meet again? She hopes so... "ARE YOU with me, sweetheart?" Randall suddenly turned to his girlfriend when she poked him.

Freeda let her gaze settle on him, flat and unflinching. Randy’s eyes drifted briefly past her to the lane of parked cars. “He stayed.” “Yes,” she said. “He doesn’t trust you alone with me.” “No,” she said evenly. “He trusts you exactly as much as you deserve.” That earned a faint, tight smile from him—no warmth, just assessment. “Fine,” he said. “Then I’ll be plain.” She waited. “If I can’t have the story,” Randy said, standing fully upright now, the concrete cold against his shoes, “I’ll ruin the ending.”

We hadn’t talked since he offered to take me from my cell, to be a Luna of his pack, and I found it funny, past the very weird combination that would make us, that after so many years of being refused as Luna-material, I am almost being petitioned as a Luna of more than one pack. Randy meant the best in the fight with Justin. He and I have grown to understand one another through the months since he rescued us from Alpha King Juden. He peered up from his cards, tossing a few uncooked beans down between us. “I call.” “I match,” I breathed, these little games the only thing keeping me sane sometimes. Looking at Randy, I picture him and Justin fighting again—fighting over me. “Can I ask you some