Fix-it Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

I was exploding with fear and terror as Ralph crouched over me. My whole body trembled, and then I heard a growl of a wolf; It wasn’t a mistake because I heard it loud and clear. Before I knew it, Ralph got off me, and with the speed of light, he and his driver pounced on the car. With barely any effort, I saw Ralph crash the tinted window, and the car sped off before he could launch another attack.

He was about to pull away when her pendant got stuck with the button of his trench coat. His face contorted with a frown as he fisted the pendant and pulled it roughly breaking it. Rara looked shocked at him as she yanked the pendant from his grip and examined it with a frown on her face. “You broke it…” she muttered in disbelief trying to join it again but the lock was distorted. Ralph looked amusingly at her and leaned forward placing his hands on either side of the seat. “I can buy thousands for you.” Rara flinched at the proximity as she tried to lean back. “Give it to me.” Ralph took the pendant from his hand and stuffed it in his pocket.

Jared said as he cried out loud. Alex’s lips curved into a smile, he did remeber what happened the last time Jared saw Ralph. Under the pretense of eating him, Ralph tore and ate the clothes Jared was wearing. Jared was tramautized because Ralph behaved like he would eat his head a whole but funny enough, Jared wasn’t injured. Since then, Jared swore never to come into Alex’s house if the tiger was outside he’s cage. “Stop whining and come in, Ralph won’t hurt you,” Alex said as he scowled in annoyance. He wasn’t in the mood to convince his secretary to come into his house.

So it would be better if they thought of something else to say to redeem themselves of their acts. They didn’t say anything. I just scoffed. I was about to walk away from them when Ralph stopped me yet again. “Can you just watch the two of us and see?” Ralph said. He scratched himself with his claws and red blood seeped out from the wound. I felt a little pain from within because of the bond between us. What does he want me to do with this? That he scratched himself and blood came out? Red blood, what use is that to me?

Edwin said when Ralph took the opposite direction. “Relax, Ed. This is the shortcut. People won’t present in this area so we can reach your home fast. I guess, I should teach you these things.” Ralph said while focusing on the road. Edwin rolled his eyes with his reply and kept quiet. While they were on their way, a car approached them in a full speed so in an attempt to not hit the car, Ralph lost his balance and they both fell down.

he speaks emphatically slowly. All three of us freeze. Our brains are working overtime. Ralph rushed his mate back after she met her destined mate, Ivor is mated with a minor who is fascinated with him, and I ..... Well, yes, I admit that of all three of us, I am the most fucked up....

It was Ralph— the traitor prison guard. "You again? Ugh, you suck," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier—" he apologized rapidly. "Come on, I don't need that," I interrupted. "You need to—" "Shush." "But I was—" "Shush." Ralph released a deep sigh, closing his eyes. I think he was trying to calm himself and collect some courage to speak up once again after being continuously rejected. This is fucking insanely hilarious! God damn it. He looked so pissed off and was about to give me a good punching, or try if he could still do the werewolf fighting technique.

"Though sometimes the rewards prove... transient. Fleeting. Here one day, gone the next." Another threat. Another layer to this exchange that I couldn't fully decode without knowing the history between them. "Only when they're not properly secured," Dante countered, his finger tracing the rim of his glass in a slow, deliberate circle. "A mistake I rarely make twice." Alessandro leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his body language open, relaxed, but his eyes—his eyes were anything but. "We all make mistakes, Dante. Even you. Especially you." His gaze flicked to me, then back to Dante, the meaning clear. "The question is whether we learn from them... or repeat them."

"Justin, are you done throwing a tantrum? Unblock me already. You're an adult, stop pulling this childish crap. "Ralph felt really guilty after you stormed out yesterday. He said he didn't know how to make it up to you. He even went up to the rooftop, threatening suicide. I barely managed to talk him down. "There's still some time left in summer break. I'm planning to take him and a few friends to Hayville to go skiing and clear his head. Don't get jealous. Honestly, his suicide scare had something to do with you, too." The sheer audacity of it made me laugh out loud in anger.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake