Rude Ralph Novels & Stories

Because I do. Ralph freezes, staring at me like I just grew a second head. Then his expression twists with pure disbelief. "Have you fucking lost your mind?" His voice rises, sharp with fury. "These bastards are an abomination. There’s nothing good about them. They need to be wiped out." The venom in Ralph’s voice makes my stomach turn. "It’s good I found a way in. When we go back, we tell everyone. Then we wipe this whole pack out in one go." His words drip with hatred, each one landing like a slap.

Ralph chuckle shaking his head. “And I don’t want to fuck you,” Ralph said shamelessly looking at her lips with a hooded gaze. Rara’s cheeks brightened further as she looked startled at him. “What? I guess we were playing ‘who lies better’.” he smirked. The attendant glared for the briefest second at Rara and walked away clicking her high heels. Rara unconsciously fisted the dress on her lap as she hit her inner cheek.

I went to the bar and I obtained a glass of wine maybe I need it to make me think straight. As I was drinking, I saw Raphael coming to meet me. "Hey dude congratulations towards your honor ." He said beaming with a wicked smile. He wanted to shake me but I yanked his hands off. " What do you want?" I asked. " Nothing, just congratulating you, is that wrong?" He asked rudely . "Well I don't need your damn congratulations. 🍾 how dare you show your face here in this hall? We are in talking terms remember?

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

Moments like these made me feel old when I desperately crawled into my memory, and then something triggered my brain because in an instant, Ralph’s face flashed before my eyes, and I froze. Ralph has this exact birthmark on his left arm, amidst a canvas of scars he acquired as a result of his glorious career as the right-hand man of a mafia kingpin. The birthmark always stood out, a little prominent on his sun-kissed skin, and I knew deep in my bones that the information I had was earth-shattering.

I hear someone yelling, again this weird language. I hear the thudding of the door closing and I can feel my heart increasing it's beat. The more I'm walking in, people are making way for me. I'm not doing it, they are sliding apart on their own. And again, I'm standing at the centre of this ancient black villa. I see Ramantha Rooky sitting on the throne. She eyes me warily for a while before whispering something in the ear of the girl standing beside her. She nods and speaks,

Simple aglio e olio would have to do. "It's not exactly the five-star cuisine you're used to," she apologized as she crushed garlic cloves with the flat of her knife, still wondering why she was trying so hard to impress a man who hates her and her family and only seeks revenge but deep down, she realizes she is beginning to see things from his own point of view. Alexander had shed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. The casual posture should have made him look more approachable, but somehow it only emphasized the raw physicality he usually kept contained beneath tailored suits.

"Yes, everything is fine. I just needed to meet with Don Xander. Can you arrange it?" Her cousin, Alexander Blackwood, is a notorious Mafia leader. Popularly known as Don Xander. He's the most powerful and feared Mafia in the country-not only here but the whole world. Everyone knows how ruthless and cunning he is, though, he was known for his tendency to sleep around with different girls and, whatever he set his mind to, he get it. I had met him once, and that was when I attended Kayla's parents' birthday party. Though he didn't stay long, during those few minutes before he left, he kept staring at me as if I'm some kind of meal he was about to have.

I said amidst sneezes and coughs. “We need to get you into dry clothes first,” he said , his lips pulled together. “What’s funny ,why are you laughing at me?” I asked, dragging my body from his warm bare chest. “I wasn’t laughing ,besides you instead on taking the masters bedroom and now you’re the one coming back to squat with me”he said, finally laughing out and sometimes when he gets so silly and petty with me , I forget that this man is a billion, a mafia lord and an Alpha king.