Neil Randall Novels & Stories

Randy warned. Randy was fucking Sandra , his secretary, yes, she was his sex toy but she was smart, a graduate and knows what she was doing, she saved him most times. Through her works, they got many contracts. She was his backbone, and an object of pleasure whenever he needs some sweet pussy, untill she attempted to steel from him.

"Okay everybody get sitted please" "good now that I have everybody's attention, I am giving you an assignment in this assignment you work in pairs." "Okay so Lily you are with Danny" "Roni with Aaron" .... "Emma with Zach" "Bu-" Zach beat me to it. "I'm not working with her, I'd rather work alone" "Work alone you get a fail... So in this assignment" "the details are in this document so I made copies come and take one each" I took the document barely looking at it my head still wrapping around the fact that I'm going to have to work with my bully.

I slowly muttered, "Dad, if it comes down to it, and you can only save one of us, who do you choose? Me or Harper?" His lips parted, but no sound came out. Just then, Randall's phone buzzed. Looking like a man who had just been thrown a lifeline, he answered it instantly. It was his assistant calling from the zoo. "Mr. Sheffield, a heroic man just stepped up at the scene! He claims to be ex-Special Forces and volunteered to go in. He's already heading down into the exhibit with a tranquilizer rifle!" Randall's eyes instantly lit up. "That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?"

Then he went back to what he was reading. “Because it is actually happening and it is driving me crazy!” Elisa half screamed. “Okay relax Elisa, calm down okay? And calmly tell me everything.” He sat up, dropped his magazine and focused at her with full attention. Elisa exhaled deeply. “This is crazy…” she muttered with a sigh. “Dad, you know my friend, Eleanor right?” Her Dad squinted in confusion, “Eleanor? If I am correct, the human girl that left the city to oversees?”

"No. I’m afraid not. " "Uh..." I began, drawing everyone’s attention to me. "But who exactly is this Duke Randal?" Maybe I was coming across as cautious and rude, but I didn’t remember any mention of a Duke Randal for the past seven years. Who exactly was this guy and what was his relationship to Haidan? "Let me answer that for you." Duke Randal announced, reaching out a hand for me to shake. "I am Theodore Randal. I was second in command to Haidan’s father when he was still alive."

Priscilla quietly gasped as she looked up to see the man. "I present to you Master Randall of Randall Holdings PLC," Festus proclaimed. Master Randall was in his late fifties with a few strands of white hair sparsely scattered around his well-combed hair. He had piercing gray eyes like his daughter but they had more of a mischievous twinkle in them. He walked over to Nana, gently held her right hand, and kissed the back of the hand. "It's so good to see your radiant face again La Matrona," Master Randall said with a warm smile.

No wonder Yuvan was so obsessed with that ultimate power—what one in power said could change lives and even determine their fates. The attraction of power was as great as its terror. Just before dawn, Randall picked up his quill and wrote a letter to his only true friend—Barrett. From that moment, Randall felt like they were truly moving forward on their own path.

He hesitated, then said, “ I just found out that it was Randall all along.” The name sent a chill down my spine. “Randall?” I echoed, my voice low. He nodded. “He orchestrated everything—the threats, the extortion attempts, all of it. He wanted control of Monroe as much as I did, or maybe even more, and he knew coming after you would be the easiest way to get to me.” “That bastard,” I muttered, my hands balling into fists. The memory of Randall’s recent attempt on Lila and me flashed through my mind, reigniting my rage. “He almost killed me and Lila not too long ago. Did you know that?”

“Baby, you don’t mean that. Come to Mommy.” Leo recoiled, burying his face in Caroline’s neck. “No! Go away! You’re boring and you wear ugly clothes! I want Daddy and Caroline!” Silence engulfed the room. The hum of the server room down the hall was the only sound. Randell stood up, walking around the desk to stand next to Caroline and Leo. They looked like a family. The perfect, photogenic family. I was just the stain on the lens. “You heard him,” Randell said coldly. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a thick envelope. He tossed it onto the glass conference table. It slid across the surface and stopped right in front of me.