Scream Randy Meeks Novels & Stories

Doc Randy looks over at Randall before looking back at me and saying, “Sure. Come see me in Amity's office when you can.” I nod my head and then watch as he leaves. When I turn back, I come face to the chest of Randall. He places his finger under my chin and lifts it up so that I am now looking him in the face. He smiles and then frowns, but doesn’t say anything besides, “Watch over her.”

I hand him the NyQuil from the bathroom, and when he takes it, a drop of cum slides past my knee and I press my thighs together. “Tell the guys I said thanks for hanging out,” Nate says, turning back to his room. “Even without me.” “Yeah.” My voice is steady. My pussy is dripping his friends’ cum. “They said to feel better.” He closes his door. I stand in the hallway. Shaking. Three loads inside me. Bruises forming. My body vibrating with the most intense night of my life. My phone buzzes. A group text. No names, just three numbers I know by heart.

“You promised me you’d find Sadie. You promised me you’d end her. But she’s still out there breathing, isn’t she?” Randall didn’t even look up. He sat back in his leather chair, swirling his glass of amber liquor with infuriating calm. I grabbed a crystal ornament from his desk and threw it — hard. It shattered against the wall. “And you—” my voice cracked, my fury spilling over, “you can’t even get me pregnant! What kind of man are you?” His hand froze mid-sip. Slowly, his head lifted, and when his eyes met mine, they were pure danger.

He kept his body between her and the crack the door would make. Freeda slid the chain on. Then she opened the door a few inches. Randy stood there like he’d been invited. Suit perfect. Hair perfect. Calm face. His phone in his hand, screen lit, thumb resting like he was already doing something. His eyes moved straight past Scott and landed on Freeda. “There you are,” he said. Freeda didn’t blink. “You came here to talk, Randy. Talk.” His gaze dropped for half a second to Scott’s shoulder, like a man noticing a stain on his own shirt.

"They rolled in with their usual creepy entourage. It looked more like a mafia movie than a baby celebration. Andrew was young but already acting like a boss. Then..." Another kick rocked the car. Randy whipped around. "What are you doing, man? One more kick, and we're all roadkill." Marion glared at him, and Randy shrank back. "F-Fine. But no more kicking." Erica poked him. "Don't stop now. What happened next?" "Nothing important. I'll tell you later," Randy replied. "Come on. Don't keep me in suspense," Erica protested. "Here we are. The destination. " Randy quickly pulled over.

"It's over two million, I don't really understand what limited edition means, but I'll give it to you later so that Leah doesn't feel uncomfortable." Randy, who used to spend money recklessly, didn't have much savings. Whenever he needed money, he would ask his family for it. So, when he suddenly needed to come up with over two million, he had no choice but to sell his car. Leah, sitting in the hall, saw the two people sitting so close, her face darkened for a moment, but she still managed to hold herself together. "You came." Lena truly admired this person's audacity. Despite the plot to cause a miscarriage, she was able to act as if nothing had happened.

The man groaned in satisfaction. Behind me, a wave of agonizing, tearing pain began to pulse. Another man clicked his tongue in annoyance. "For fuck's sake, he's bleeding already. But… It makes it more exciting!" Just then, the door swung open. A spark of hope flared in my eyes. It was Krystal. Standing beside her was Theo, looking like a pathetic victim. But his next words dragged me straight into hell. "Honey, please don't be mad. Randy said he couldn't hold back anymore. He begged me to find someone to help him out. I didn't know what to do, so I thought of your clients—"

Just like the way his fingers raked through his hair, or how his deep voice sliced through the tension like he owned it. “Why’s everyone screaming?” I rolled my eyes, but my pulse betrayed me, thudding harder just for a second. Who the hell was this guy? Ignoring him, I turned fully to Rand, my voice low and dangerous. “Rand. A word. Now." “Yeah, sure." Rand said, hovering awkwardly as if expecting me to spill my guts right here in front of Jules and Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Annoying. My jaw tightened. “Outside,” I ground out between clenched teeth.

The room spun and before I could stop it, the scream ripped out of me. “AHHH!” The floor went silent for one second. Then, they burst out laughing loud. Ugly. Cruel. Sandra gasped dramatically, covering her chest. “Oh my God, she’s going to faint! Someone hold her!” Hilda kicked her chair back and laughed like she just won a prize. “Look at her face! I told you she’d cry!” Mia whispered loudly, “Maybe she should quit if she’s scared of a rat. How did she even get hired?”

He is standing beside Yana who appears to be more irritable than he is, she came up and grabbed Hugh's ear, "What did you want to do to my friend just now?" Hugh covered his crotch with one hand and shook it desperately with the other, "I'm not! I didn't do anything! Don't talk nonsense!" Why is he so unlucky? But at this moment, the little man was wronged and he wanted to escape quickly! He looked pitifully at the young man in the long shirt, "Boss, you have to believe me!" Randy didn't even look at him. His eyes fell on Kim. For a moment, his eyes were in a trance, and a strong sense of familiarity came to him. He frowned, "Miss, have we met somewhere?"