What If Randall Munroe Novels & Stories

Staying silent when something went wrong was the secret to their longevity. Kayson asked nonchalantly when he saw Carlson’s blanching face, “How many people is Taylor sending?” Carlson met Kayson’s gaze in horror—the thought of kneeling before the latter crossing his mind. The Vice-Chief of Admiralporium, Randall, was killed by this man in front of him! Taylor seemed to be scared witless while Kayson stood here unscathed! Someone crashed in heaving before he stumbled back and was only stopped by the wall. “Carlson, when is help arriving?!”

I just stood there in silence, letting the snow blanket my shoulders. This was the end. From now on, Alicia and I no longer had anything to do with each other. Randall never did manage to escape the loan sharks. Even after they chopped off two of his fingers, he refused to give up. He figured that if he kept gambling, he could win big enough at some point to turn things around for himself. But he ended up losing every last bit of money he had. When the police raided the place, he was slamming down his last debit card on the poker table, shouting with a crazed look in his eyes, "I'll definitely win big this time!"

Randall's voice was cold as he said, "Your son studied in Class A of Janfield International Primary School." The man instantly widened his eyes and said, "Don't touch my son! I knew what to do!" Randall said, "Don't worry, I wouldn't let your master harm your son either." The man is currently under attack from all sides, but he has no choice at the moment. At that moment, the phone in the man's pocket buzzed. The bodyguard flipped out and handed the phone to his ear. "What's the matter?" Mr. Murillo went to see Mr. Russell to discuss a collaboration, but I couldn't go in because the place was a private club.

Was that supposed to make me feel any kind of pity for him? I scoffed. He probably just missed hurting me so much and now that I was gone, he had grown so bored of having no one to vent his frustration about losing his parents on. “Like I told you, you've got the wrong person. I don't have a clue what you're talking about. Just leave. Don't force me to call for help,” I warned. Rolling my eyes, I wondered how Randall was able to find out that I was pregnant seeing that I never informed him about it before I left.

Let them eat the cold wind instead. I left the potatoes, though. They had already become moldy. That shameless couple could have them all. Randall had no idea that I knew this villa very well. I had scouted it countless times in preparation for a surprise I wanted to give him. Randall and I met in college. When I confessed my feelings to him, he was thrilled. He eagerly shared the news in the campus group chats. It was as if he wanted the entire world to know. He said I was his moon in the sky, that I would always be bright and beautiful.

"Hey, isn't that Caitlin? Where is she?" Cynthia was the first to spot Caitlin, walking over with Millie. "Caitlin, you're here!" Millie, noticing Randall beside her, was surprised. "Randall, when did you come back?" "Just got back," Randall replied politely, noticing Caitlin's name being mentioned. He seemed surprised. "Is she Caitlin? Eleanor's granddaughter?" He had heard about how The Yuncey Family's product launch had been disrupted, and Carmen had asked him to contact Odessa to deal with the situation. That’s why he had rushed back from France.

“Why would I give a shit about a dead rogue?” “Randall, a few days ago you told me Ryan was your responsibility. You recommended him for a job with the Lemays.” I interrupt. “What changed?” “Because before yesterday, he was alive. Now that he’s dead, he’s one less problem for me to worry about,” Randall huffs. “You have the records for all the Silver Moon wolves who went rogue?” Milo pinches the bridge of his nose. “Of course.” “Great. Can you provide his mother’s contact information?” Milo unlocks his cell phone to copy the number.

And if she has that fire of anger inside of her, like the picture suggests, then we have a lot more in common than a hometown. But it doesn't matter. Real estate is war. My whole life is war. And another casualty is about to walk through my door. This ought to be fun. "What exactly are you planning?" Randall likes to pretend he has morals, but he's practically salivating right now, holding on to my desk for balance. "Are you going to..."

That night, Rand Calloway stood before the press — live cameras flashing, microphones crowded together. I watched from my small apartment, my heart pounding as his voice filled the room. “Yes,” he said. “Elena Monroe is the woman I love. She isn’t a secret, and she isn’t a scandal. She’s the reason I remember what it means to be human.” A reporter shouted, “What about her past?” Rand’s voice didn’t waver. “We all have one. Mine’s worse.” The crowd murmured, its members clicking their cameras faster. “I built a life around control,” he continued. “But love doesn’t live inside control. It lives inside chaos — and I’d choose that chaos with her, every time.”

“Randall, we never tell him ‘no’ about anything, but we told him ‘no’ about that! We were so afraid to offend Robert and Margie that we called him selfish and told him that he had to keep attending the events. We told him that it was his duty as the alpha heir! What if… what if our actions forced him to be so focused on Stephanie and her memory that he was blinded to what the Moon Goddess really intended for him?!?! What if all of this is our fault?!?!?!” Again, Randall is silent. However, this time, he grabs me and wraps me up into a hug. I melt in his embrace, especially as I feel his own tears starting to fall. I had been so sure that saying all of my worries out loud would cause a f