Ranfren Randal Ivory Novels & Stories

“That’s just the dust poisoning you,eat.” He eyed the food suspiciously,it was jollof rice, two pieces of fried plantain, and meat that looked too generous to be random cafeteria fare. Sandy blinked. “Wait… you don’t have money,who paid?” Randy pointed weakly at his bag. “Mrs Brenda gave me a food voucher.” Jayden gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Bro.. You’re sponsored..That’s how famous people started!” Brian sighed, rubbing his temple. “Jayden, what does being famous and sweeping have in common?”

“About that… I already told someone.” “What the hell, Ivy?” Rand and I spoke in perfect, frustrated unison. I dragged a hand down my face in sheer exasperation. “You guys, chill,” she insisted, holding her hands up in a placating gesture. “She won’t tell anyone. I swear.” “Who’s she?” I asked, my arms still folded tightly across my chest. “My… uh…” She fake-coughed, stalling for time as she searched for the right word. “Your what?” Rand pressed, his face a mask of pure confusion.

“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.”

Kellee nodded and watched as Cullen left her standing in the kitchen. Ivory felt panic rising in her chest. Her wolf acknowledged it and was prancing and whining. She needed to burn off the anxiety with a run. It started with a fast walk across the compound, back to the cabin she shared with Cedar and Fern. She opened the door to get Fern to run with her but decided something different. She stripped, leaving the jeans and shirt on the porch. Ivory took off into a sprint and fell forward on all four paws taking off out of the compound and towards the south trail.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

Ravan replied in stern voice and harshly pulled out his sword by making Vivan fall down on his knees. Vivan lightly supported his body by pressing on arm on floor and other on his bleeding heart wound “Randhir Bha… bhai… mere.. chita ko agni dena… koi nhi hai tumhare siva mera yeha (Randhir Brother…… do my Cremation as I have no one else buy you)” Vivan said as his body fell down on floor covered in pool of his own blood while his eyes remained on Ravan face in meantime Ravan to kept his eyes on Vivan who was now slowly slipping in to death mouth by standing tall above him holding ‘khanda’ in his hand as blood kept oozing form his arm where bullet was shot when unexpectedly a lone tear drop

"On it, sir." Randolph was Brantley's right hand man. His father served the white family and now the son. Randy was always available at Brant's bick and call, willing to get his hands dirty if need be. When Mila had told him that she'll be working for him, he did not take her seriously. For a moment, he consoled himself that she was just an imposter trying to play over his intelligence. He was damn tempted to do a background check on her immediately after she disappeared from the hotel that night, but he was a man of suspense. He wanted to meet her face to face again before confirming that she was for real.

My uncle Randy Jones is a major general in Ivory City, and due to how close we are in age, we are very close and even play around with each other. "Okay, dad, I will leave all my travel arrangements to you then. I will go to Ivory City,” I said, smiling at my dad. "Okay, princess, leave everything to Daddy and have all the rest you need,” he answered, returning my smile.

"Randy ..you can't blame him; William is his brother, his only brother! I know you don't think this is right, but ..." "But what, Liz? You know as well as I do what could happen! And that Moron Eva knows too! " Randal was beyond agitated and sliding into a home plate of rage. Sure, he loved the science of it all and thought from the beginning that human trials would be a long way off. It was how he kept working. As fabulous as science was and thrilling as it was, there was something about playing god that had always struck a nerve in him. Maybe he shouldn't have accepted the assignment. But damn it, the idea was too fantastic to pass up. Now here he was about to attempt something that should

I would be the one to punish her, and when I was done, she would know her place, and do her duty until such time as the blood oath was paid. "As you wish." He rasped in a gravely voice. Randall was one of the oldest members of my pack, but also one of the sharpest. His speed rivaled the younger wolves, and he'd managed to live through every battle he'd seen. His appearance was deceaving, while he stood tall and straight, his hair had long since turned white, and his eyes had an almost milky appearance to their blue color. Many would deem him a lesser threat, so I always used him as my driver, a guard in disguise.