Ralphie May Weight Novels & Stories

She noticed a small being wrapped behind Ralphie, making her intimidating. ‘Good, but why is our baby Kristof wrapped around your back?’ ‘Oh that...ahm, I got worried, and instead of leaving him here alone, I brought him with me instead.’ ‘Ralphie.’ ‘Sorry?!’ With disbelief, Kathy shook her head, but at the same time she could not stop smiling at how sometimes Ralphie acted amusing. She let Ralphie be off the hook and took her goddaughter to the prepared bedroom—the bedroom was spacious enough for a growing child. After settling the unconscious young lady on the soft mattress, Kathy can't help but to hope for a better life for her.

“He probably wanted to get to me.” Ralph’s jaw ticked. “Then you better take yourself to him,” he snapped, voice low, deadly. “Because he’s going to keep attacking my pack. I’m not willing to lose more of my people, Damien.” The burn in my chest flared hotter, but I forced myself to stay still. No more death. Not tonight. “Where’s Keilah?” I asked instead. “Dahlia told me she’s not okay. What happened to her?” “She’s upstairs resting,” Ralph said, looking away. “We got into an accident while driving here. Broke both her legs. Temporarily paralysed.”

“Agatha! Ms. Julie wants to say something!” I can’t open my eyes. “Julie,” Agatha’s voice whispered in my ear. “What is it, dear? Take your time.” I swallowed and tried again. “Ralph… is he…?” A thumb brushed across my brows. “He’s fine, dear. Strong as an ox—and stubborn like one too,” she snorted in disapproval. I smiled. “That’s great….” *****

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.

Jean said that’s how Ralph likes his women…probably because they appear submissive. I’ve also paired the look with modest heels and gentle curls in my hair, only adding to my youthfulness. And of course I’m wearing my beloved glasses, which I adjust on my face as I spot him. I recognize Ralph from the pictures - his sandy blonde hair and strong nose. He’s sitting alone at the bar, nursing some dark liquid in a small glass. Smiling to myself, I make my way over.

At the mention of the man, Krystal drops her grin and gives Sarah an exasperated look. "You're still with him?" Sarah shrugs. "We're fine. He's a gentleman. You met him. You know him. But.. He wants a family and I don't, at least not now. And then he told me it's fine, it's my body and like.. Okay. And then he noticed I'm not eating carbs these days and last week he caught me eating a cube of cheese at.. 2 am? And he lost it, Krys! He was mad! He's asking me what's happening to me and why I'm eating less and less each day and I told him, no I'm not eating less and less because I'm maintaining my diet! I eat the same servings each day! I'm cutting on carbs and protein because I don't work out

The 100-year-old Russell Estate looked the same as usual, but one might think it had significantly aged due to all that had happened recently. Ralph knelt by the bed in Margaret’s bedroom. He had lost a lot of weight, and his hair on both sides had become grayer. Margaret had mixed feelings seeing him. She shut her eyes without saying anything as tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom! I wish I could still call you so. I was wrong,” Ralph said lowly.

She still had a few abilities… just no wolf. I sighed, letting go of the thought as Ralph looked confused for a minute and shook out of it. “Damn. I could swear I was sitting a few minutes ago,” he reached behind his head, looking around cluelessly. “I could use a drink.” After a few shots, he left to carry on his duties with his face still a makeup wreck. He didn't care about the weird stares. He walked with sass and showed it off proudly like they were done by his girls. Now I started to dread Karin fancying the idea of ball gowns and dresses. Goddess! If she thought to put me in a dress, how do I get out of that?

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.