Fix-it Wreck-it Ralph Romane & Geschichten

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.

It really was real. What you saw was correct. This is a werewolf pack house. Everyone here, except you and me, is a werewolf. Ralph is the alpha and also your mate. The reason behind his cold demeanour towards you is rooted in the fact that you are human. And he despises humans. Not only that, but in the werewolf world, humans are seen as fragile, vulnerable beings, unable to fully comprehend the complexities of their existence. When Ralph initially rejected you as his mate, it was a way of protecting you from a life filled with danger, uncertainty, and the uncontrollable instincts that come with being a werewolf. But you did something unexpected. I'm not sure if you were aware of what you w

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.

Ralph finishes his report and leans back on the chair he has been sitting on since we came in. Although, he confirmed what I've thought, but the thought of a low life like Drake destroying what I've worked so hard to get and maintain, made me extremely angry. " And he boasted about it? It's almost like he wants us to know that he is the one that did it". This must be his revenge for us taking their territory. And we were merciful enough to allow them to continue to live on their pack land as long as they pay their dues as at when due. And this is how he pays back our kindness?? Even he knows that being a pack means constant competition to expand the pack and now he's hating on us and destroy

"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."