Ralphie May Weight Novels & Stories

I haven’t spared with him in two years since training Kelly. “You should see the way Angela likes to fuck. I have to be strong, girl hates the bed,” Ralph laughs. I laugh whole heartily. Ralph stops for a moment. “What?” I ask. “Angela loves your laugh. She had never heard it before the other day. I remember it from when I was little,” Ralph throws an arm over me. “Glad to have you back man.” “I have been that grumpy?” I ask. Ralph smirks, “I mean after a night in the city you were always a little more calm.”

I chuckled but she only shifted closer to my body. I walked inside, “Alfred, I need you to prepare an extra room. Please make sure it's clean and have breakfast prepared very early in the morning.” Looking at my mate in my arms, I shook my head, “Also prepare some hang over medicine.” Alfred walked out of this room, and for a split second, his eyes settled on the woman. Without saying a word, he headed back to work. The front door swung open and my eyes sharpened. “Relax bro, it's me.” Ralph said, locking the door. He must have felt my blood lust.

The sight she met once she was on the other side of the counter had her fighting back her laughter. Ralph was wearing a pink Barbie-themed apron that was nothing like something he would wear. Yet it didn't appear to bother him because he moved around the kitchen like a professional chef. Behind the apron, Ralph had nothing on but his silky black pajama bottoms. The tiny apron only covered a small fraction of his droolworthy body and Silvia was absolutely distracted by the domestic but sexy picture he made. “You’re staring, doll,” he drawled, his tone still sleepy and so sexy, his back still to her. “Didn’t get enough last night?”

I questioned, seeking answers to the Alpha mystery. “I've been part of this household since childhood, initially as a slave. When Ralph became an Alpha, he liberated us, and I chose to stay as a servant,” Yifa disclosed, dodging my inquiry. “He pays me for my work. I'm forty years old, and I can say I've watched him grow up,” she giggled. “You look much younger than that,” I noted, surprised by her youthful appearance. “Ralph didn't have a happy childhood. His wife meant everything to him when he met her. I served her directly,” her voice wavered, memories resurfacing.

Layson said in a low voice. Ralph slowly looked up, his expression softening. He had been holding onto his emotions for so long, but now that the tension had eased, he finally felt the weight lifting from his chest. He grabbed a piece of sushi and ate it in silence. Suddenly, Ralph asked, "What’s my mom's name?" Layson was taken aback for a moment. He realized his son had never asked about her name. The thought of it surprised him. “Her name is Adela.”

Ralph POV With Alison’s hand in mine, we made it to the ward, not sure of what to anticipate; was it going to be a win or a loss? I had no idea, as soon as I re-entered Alison’s ward, talcum powder flew in our faces, followed by confetti, Iris started to blow a vuvuzela, which I had no idea she had brought to he ward. “Congratulations, Ralph,” Mike said, “You are our Alpha again for another 4 years; nobody can wrestle with that.”

Rosalie spoke as the car began to back out of the drive way. Brent looked at her with a look of ‘You want to get yelled at.’ Rosalie sighed as she just relaxed into the seat. “You need some weight girlfriend.” Brent happily joked causing her to chuckle gently with him. He was right. The doctors wanted her to put on 80 pounds and she hadn’t even hit 20. She tried to eat just nothing appeared good to her. Her ex barely let her eat. Always said she was so fat. When he did bring her home something

He had to endure more verbal abuse from his sister and Rose would laugh and go to her room, enjoying the torment she inflicted. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Lisa that the men frequenting her bedroom were taking an unhealthy appreciation of her daughter and when she noticed, she made sure that Rose was nowhere to be seen when she brought them home. Rose wasn't tormenting her younger brother as much because he had started to lift weights and his once gangly frame was now filling out and he was becoming much more muscular. His shoulders were wide, his chest thick and his waist narrow. Ralph had discovered the weight room at the school and spent hours every week working out. In no tim

he added, holding up one finger to emphasize the time frame. I shook my head slowly, still struggling to absorb it. “For a whole year?” Ralf nodded. “I know you’ve been helping us,” he continued, looking directly at me. “Financially. Emotionally. Even sending groceries anonymously. My mom noticed everything. She’s always been grateful, even if she forgot how to say it some days.” I stared at him, tears already forming in my eyes. “She didn’t want to be a burden to you,” Ralf said gently. “She kept saying she was proud of you… That Lynn would be proud too. And sometimes… she talks like Lynn’s still alive, and it breaks me.”

Ralph waved me over to the empty chair at the end of the bar when he saw me. “Beer?” he asked me when I sat down. “Thanks,” I said, and watched her while she danced with Jace and Justin. Ralph put the beer down in front of me and followed my gaze as I looked at Adelie. “Strange one, that girl.” “Why do you say that?” I asked him. “Five guys have tried to dance with her. They keep buying her drinks, and she just keeps saying no,” he said, and I smiled as I looked back at her.