Randy Writes A Novel Full Novels & Stories

I’ve just been ignoring him and spending most of my time with Hilda when I can. Tonight, I’m lying on my cot, all settled in to re-read one of the two books I packed. I hadn’t exactly been planning for downtime, but luckily, they’re good books. I’m just getting to the good part as the gentle rocking of the ship starts to lull me to sleep. But then my door rattles, and I come to attention. Randy opens the door, which I know I’ve locked, with a sick grin on his face. I pull my sheet up over me and scoot back toward the wall.

Rachel tried a joke, but neither Peter nor Sandra so much as smiled. “Almost. When you wrote your first novel you were on your own, but now you’ll have a full team of editors and copywriters to help you with anything you need. However, if you think there is a problem...” “No, there’s no problem,” Sandra jumped in before Rachel had a chance to reply.

Dante rolled his eyes before saying, “It’s not lame!” But Randy shrugged and then motioned for him to continue. Dante’s eyes met mine and he smiled momentarily before saying, “She writes. That’s my guess.” I was surprised. I didn’t think anyone would have guessed it since I was relatively secretive with it and kept my door shut whenever I’d begin writing. Then again, something about the way he held his eyes made me believe that no one else in the world could have guessed it right except for him. “He’s right.” I said.

Who taught them how to survive. “Do you think she’d be proud?” I asked. “Rachel?” I nodded. River’s throat worked. “I think… she’d be proud we’re still writing.” River – POV Carrie left a note on my desk that morning. Breakfast at Hazel’s? My treat. Come hungry. Bring heart. – C. I showed up half an hour late because I’d stopped three times to re-read the last page of my manuscript. The novel was done. Not perfect. But complete. The kind of complete that feels like stepping off a cliff and hoping someone stitched a parachute into your coat lining.

but no one said anything. I then muttered under my breath and went to the door as I opened it to see Randy standing there. “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee. “Something tells me that you’re going to be groggy today.” “Why?” I asked as he shrugged and entered. “I don’t know, just something.” He looked around. “Oh, your place is spotless.” “Um, is it not supposed to be?” “No, no, it is. I mean, when you think of it, Anthony has robots that does the cleaning for him. Then he has Greta, the heavy-duty maid that works around.”

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.

From that day on, it was just the two of them, who would support each other. Her income as a novelist made it easy for her to adapt to her new life. Using her royalty money, she was able to buy a small, quiet house. The perfect place to help her concentrate on her work as a novelist, saving her the trouble of getting her new book out every year. "Speaking of which, I really enjoyed the book you recommended," the seller spoke, not realizing that Sandra's thoughts had diverted to the dark life of her past. “I have finished the second book. If I'm not mistaken, you said there were three books in the series, right?”

“Just did.” “Sorry. Still not quite up to snuff. You’ll let her know, won’t you?” Ron gave an almost-sincere smile before heading to his office. I dropped the manuscript on my desk with a thump and sighed. Joy Needermeyer, author of a fantastic sci-fi novel, was a sixty-eight-year-old woman from a teensy little town not far from June Lake. I’d been pushing for Ron to take her on for months, and he kept brushing me off.

Then she caught him glancing at the clock on the wall. He was pulling away. "He should be here any minute now. I gave him a key yesterday, so don't worry about that. Just show him where stuff is and he'll be set till I get home from work." The nerves were back. "W-Wait," Kaitlyn stuttered as she followed him out the front door. "Where are you going?" "Sorry, I'm going to work on my paper at the office. It's easier for me to concentrate there," Randy apologized as his large hands grabbed his work bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Randy didn't reply, he didn't have to, he was just here to get Belle like he was ordered by his boss. **** Heyy, it's your author geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction.Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism. I'm on all socials as @genika3na.