Anna Ralphs Age Novels & Stories

I questioned, seeking answers to the Alpha mystery. “I've been part of this household since childhood, initially as a slave. When Ralph became an Alpha, he liberated us, and I chose to stay as a servant,” Yifa disclosed, dodging my inquiry. “He pays me for my work. I'm forty years old, and I can say I've watched him grow up,” she giggled. “You look much younger than that,” I noted, surprised by her youthful appearance. “Ralph didn't have a happy childhood. His wife meant everything to him when he met her. I served her directly,” her voice wavered, memories resurfacing.

It also showed the payment log that proved that Marah always sent money back home regularly. One morning, Ralph decided to go visit the neighborhood where Marah had grown up, hoping to see if he would meet a few people who still knew the family or was in contact with them. Getting to his destination, he saw a petite woman probably in her fifties trying to lift a bucket of water. He rushed towards her side fo help her and also for his own selfish reasons. "Ahh," he said, taking the bucket away from the woman. "Let me help you, ma'am," he offered, trying to sound as formal as possible.

Heat rose on my cheeks, and I pretended to be fascinated with my plate while Alex’s low chuckle rumbled across the table. Missy didn’t miss a second of it. “Oh, to be young and in love.” She sighed. “Ralph and I married when we were in our early twenties. I’ve enjoyed every minute—except when he leaves his dirty clothes everywhere and refuses to see the doctor—but there’s nothing like the passion that comes with youth. Everything’s so fresh and new. And the stamina. Whew!” She fanned herself. “We were like bunnies, let me tell you.” By now, my cheeks were the color of the cranberry sauce on the table.

“Rafe Sanguinario, meet my little cousins, Christine and Charity. Aunt Cass’s kids. Girls, this is my vampire friend, Rafe.” “I’m so sorry for your loss,” Rafe said before grabbing Chrissy’s hand and kissing it. “Careful, friend. She’s only thirteen,” I smirked. He laughed. “Don’t worry, Nate. I prefer ladies closer to my own age.” “And how old is that, again?” I asked, although I already knew. Chrissy looked enchanted by Rafe. “You do look close to twenty five. I may have to card you.” Rafe laughed. “She’s good. I’m closer to sixty.” He got serious after that. “I actually knew your mother years ago when she started to waitress after your uncle opened this place.”

Right? Ten minutes later, Ralph walked in, dressed and freshly showered. His long dark brown hair rustled here and there yet he looked as if he just walked down from heaven. Even the scar on his cheek added four moons to his beauty. Just like a scar on the moon. His forest-green eyes immediately found mine—cold and distant—and then he averted his gaze to share a look with Alexei. My heart skipped a beat when he took the seat next to mine causally placing bacon in his mouth.

I stated. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. It was so sexy when he did that. I loved to tease him. Realistically, we’ve been dating about the same amount of time Ralph and Onny has, but I wasn’t in a rush to get married. I’m only 25 and just started my acting career. Maybe in the next five years I would be ready to settle down.

“She’s still an asshole, just as she used to be. I can’t believe I spent half of my life trying to please someone who would never love me." Natalie's face softened with sympathy. “we have a lot to catch up on” a smile tugged natalie’s lips as her eyes lingered to ralph who was staring at them from a distance “maybe we meetup some other day and catch up because it seems like i interrupted a date” Gina followed Natalie's gaze to Ralph and chuckled. "Well, it's not really a date. He’s just a---- a friend. But sure, let's definitely catch up sometime."

She placed a file on the table and opened it slowly. “Arla-Rosa Florence Santon. Age twenty. No prior record. Pregnant, possibly in your second trimester. Would you like water?” Arla blinked, caught off guard. “Yes, please.” Officer Callahan passed her a paper cup and waited until she drank before continuing.

I don't want to be anywhere near the man, but I need to make sure he has the process down. I have nothing to do but observe Ralph as he counts. He is probably in his late thirties. He isn't overweight, but he is closing in on it. His hair is just beginning to recede and needs to be washed. His eyes are dark and cold. All in all, he is an average-looking jerk. "According to my count, I am seven dollars short," he says, and I sigh. "I will do a quick recount. The good thing is even if it is off, we are still under the $10 cut-off. So we won't get a write-up," I say as I move to stand next to the desk.

she tells us with a nod of her head. “And you, what’s your name and how old are you?” Ralph asks. “I’m Hallie and I’m 12, Sir,” the girl answers. “Do you see the Alpha’s daughter here?“ I ask her. “No, sir,” she says with a shake of her head. I wave her away and look around the back of the van again, there’s a small girl sat in the back corner mumbling to herself while rocking. I call David forward so that I can use his ears and hear what she’s saying.