Fix-it Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

Ralph's heart sank as he witnessed the destruction. "Oh no, Lucinda is still in there!" Ralph cried out in anguish, sprinting towards the demolished structure, fueled by love and desperation. With incredible strength, he cleared away the debris, straining his muscles with every effort. Finally, he found Lucinda, her body buried under the rubble. Without hesitation, he carefully removed the bricks from her motionless form. "Lucy, Lucy!" Ralph called out, gently tapping her face. Lucinda slowly opened her eyes, relieved to see Ralph's face.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” “Sorry?” Advisor Ralph repeated in a voice that dripped with contempt. “You think saying sorry is going to fix the disaster you’ve created tonight?” Prisca reached the doorstep and tried to walk past her father into the house but he moved to block her path. “Dad please,” she said desperately. “I just need to come inside and rest and then we can talk about how to fix this situation.” “There is no fixing this situation,” Ralph said harshly. “You’ve destroyed everything I worked for and all the carefully laid plans I spent years putting into place.”

It wasn’t my wolf coming back yet, but it was hope. Maybe, just maybe, Zeus and I could fix each other. One broken piece at a time.

“It is kind of creepy, though.” Atticus wound his hands through his hair, strands of honey seeping down his wrists. “I didn’t have a choice.” Ralphin was quiet for a moment. Then he sat on the grass, splaying his legs out like a child. He gestured for Atticus to follow suit; after a second of reluctance, he did. “I need her back, Ralph. I – I’m useless without her.” His heart hollowed out, and he dug his nails into the loose soil. “I wanted to sever the mate bond cleanly, to rid myself of her. Instead, I… I’ve ruined myself.”

Ralph said while searching the room for Carly, as he seemed to be having fun with the chase. “I can do this all day,” he announced. As he got to the bathroom and tried to push through the door, but it turned out to be locked. “Ah, I see. This is getting more interesting,” A slow naughty smile spread across his lips. “This is where you are, huh?” He asked and channeled as much energy as he could to his hands before punching the door open; smashing it to pieces. “I found yo...” his excitement turned to shock and then anger when he found someone else instead of Carly.

“She looks like the kind who would when things don't go her way.” Ralph turned to me. “She smashed everything in there.” I stopped chewing. “What? Papa’s antique vases?” Ralph nodded. “Everything.” I swallowed hard and exploded in fury. “WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH HER?” I dropped the utensils and wiped my mouth. “Those are unique items! There are no replacements!” The Mafia King spread his lips into a malicious grin and lowered his voice to correct himself. “I made a mistake—she only made a mess of the place.”

‎ ‎Everything changed. ‎So I'd done something insane. I'd hired a fixer a woman named Diane who knew how to disappear people and we'd planned the perfect accident. A car crash at night, on a rainy stretch of the highway where accidents happened constantly. A body that couldn't be identified immediately. A narrative that was absolutely fucking perfect. ‎ ‎The car I was driving wasn't mine. It was a rental in a false name, identical to my Range Rover. The mannequin in the driver's seat professionally built to my size, dressed in my clothes, wearing my jewelry would be burnt beyond recognition when the fire trucks arrived.

His body convulses violently, legs flailing feebly as his innards slide out, as if desperately trying to flee the confines of his body. I stand there, watching the life drain from his eyes, my face a mask of calm indifference. There is no fury behind my actions, no wild abandon. This is not an act of anger. This is a ritual, an exacting ceremony performed with the precision of an unflinching hand. I have to admit, though, that was more satisfying than I anticipated. Romano’s body sags in the chains, what’s left of his insides spilling onto the concrete like overfed rot. His head lolls forward, lips still parted like the scream hadn’t finished leaving his throat.

CRACK! The sound of a wooden chair crashing into the back of his skull. Miles dropped to his knees, stunned. Before he could look up, Ralph's voice cut through the darkness. "Hello, Miles," he greeted, wearing a dangerous look. " Ralph? What are you even doing here? Why in the name of the moon goddess, are you here?" Miles squirmed. "I expected you to have grown smarter and more intelligent, but I am not too surprised to see that we are still as dumb as ever," Ralph mocked, looking at the men that Miles had brought along with him.

Kaka asked turning back and slowing down his rate of movement. “Just fork and knife at refractory”. Daniel replied with a funny look. “Haha, you are a fool!; I was expecting a serious case not this boy, Kaka replied laughing loud. “Everyone in this citadel steals fork and knife and spoons with cups; in fact, you can’t use a spoon with your name in this school for a week”. Kaka continued. “We have to make a change, we have to be good”. Daniel said to him, taking a walking direction