Anna Ralphs Age Novels & Stories

All the students already got back to their respective places. "Yes, Ralph. Adavan never forgets his promises. I had told you that I'm doing it. How about a drink now?", I take him to the counter with me, next to the hall. "85 years old", I tell him, pouring wine in his glass and pass it to him. "By the way, I don't regret giving him the spot. Christian has potential. He would've come a long way if he had connections", Ralph says taking a sip of the wine.

She winks at me. I gasp, holding my chest dramatically. "Did you know I was coming?" She smirks and throws a pillow at me. "I missed you, so I decided to make your favorite." "I missed you too." The door opens, revealing Ralph. He's dressed up in a shirt and baggy trouser. It looks so ridiculous on him. Ralph will never wear such. "Karen?" His eyes widens. "It's not Thanksgiving yet." I roll my eyes at him. "A hug will do Ralph."

Bang! Ralph, a white-haired old man, slammed the table angrily and said “What? Anne Luckser actually treated my butlers like that?” this was an insult to him. “Yes, Anne had her assistant shoot five bullets at each of our people. She avoided the vital parts, but...” someone reported while mumbling, not daring to go on. “ But what?” Ralph was upset and enraged! “But they are now disabled and will never be able to stand up,” When the man saw all eleven people, he was taken a back.

I nodded and smiled, but I said nothing about the photograph burning a hole in my clutch. The music started at eleven. I stood at the entrance of the grove, my arm linked through my mother's. Ahead of me stretched a path of rose petals, lined with faces I'd known my whole life. Elders, Allies, Distant cousins, Ricardo and his grandparents, watching with cold, calculating eyes. And at the end of the path, waiting beneath an arch of white flowers, stood Ralph. He was beautifully handsome in his Perfectly tailored suit, with that easy, charming smile. His grey eyes found mine and softened with what looked like genuine emotion.