Wreck-it Ralph Bad Anon Novels & Stories

he asks. “You have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know who I am, yet I don’t know who you are?” I answer with a question. “Oh, pardon me, I’m Beta Rick – you have no idea how much of a pleasure it is to finally meet you!” he says rolling his eyes. “Oh?” I ask. “You’ve met Anya, right? I can’t be the only one who thinks she’s a total bitch?” he says laughing.

Ralph asked, his hand curled up in a fist under the table, every vein in his body popping up as he suppressed the anger boiling up in him. "Five days ago? Let me see...five days ago. Oh I remember. I was having my shaft oiled if you get my drift. Or wait, did someone die?" Laurent asked with confusion in his eyes, throwing his hand in the air. "Stop feigning ignorance, you know who sent but trust me I won't be merciful when I find out who it was I promise," Ralph threatened, his voice as cold as ice. “Oooh, so scaaaaary,” Laurent mocked with exaggerated fear, then burst out laughing. “Please don’t kill me.”

Camilla chuckled softly, a very sly, wicked smile curling at the corner of her lips. * Exactly four hours later, Aaron was finally privileged to have direct email contact with the anonymous CEO of NexusCore Capital. Sitting at his laptop, the very first question Aaron typed out and asked was why the CEO had chosen to partner with his failing business over everyone else. A heavy silence wrapped around the quiet room as he waited. When the notification sound finally beeped and the answer popped up on the screen, Aaron sat completely still, staring at the reply. A slow, evil smile began to curl at the corner of his lips as he read the words:

~~SERAPHINA~~ Every time I get the mail, it comes with its own mini-anxiety attack. The nagging fear of what bills are going to sneak up on us today? I leaf through the white envelopes like any one of them could contain anthrax, but they're mostly junk. Sweet, innocent junk. I almost drop the stack as I slide the last piece of mail to the forefront. Top Secret screams across the front in big red letters. I recognize the return address before I register the joke: Rosalia's apartment.

Hopefully, Daniel isn't the kind of person who'd run to the police and snitch on me. "What kind of secret?" he asked. I could tell by the look on his face that he was ready for the worst. "My grandfather, his name is Alexander Wolf, and I don't know if you heard the rumors about him on the news." "I don't read the news or follow social media." Daniel shakes his head. "Well, he is kind of a crimelord," I blurted out. Daniel's mouth hangs open. "Excuse me?" "He is in the Mafia, okay?" I say impatiently.

“I’m still not right after that, Orion. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And I’ve never been more scared in my life.” Hearing my little brother sound so wrecked, so goddamn broken, makes my chest tighten. I clench my fists under the table, trying to hold back the surge of protective anger rising in me. Whoever’s behind this is going to fucking pay. “I’m sorry you went through that,” I mutter, feeling useless. “We’re gonna fix this. I swear.” Nero clears his throat, his voice coming through, hard and steady like it always is. “I’ve been digging into Zane and the fights. There’s a lot of shit happening behind the scenes, and it’s not just Legacy pulling strings. There’s a silent inve

He made sure the news about Annie's did not circulate, trying everything possible not to let Alex have an idea about the dismiss of his mother, but Alex still got a hold of the full information ten years later when a journalist reached out to him. He had just gotten to his office when his secretary told him one Mr Raymond wants to see him urgently, at first Alex was reluctant to see anyone who had decided to hide his identity, but on a second thought he decided to see the man in question. "What do you want?" He asked, not bothering to look at whoever was standing in front of him as his eyes were glued to the file he was reading. "Iam here to discuss something that might interest you" Mr Raym

A couple of beers wouldn’t hurt, Lilith rolled off the bed and Becca cheered. Enzo Knowing that he would have Lilith Rumero as his plaything for the next few months actually made it hard to sleep at night for the first couple of weeks. He felt like a child waiting for Christmas morning. Only this wasn’t Christmas morning. This was a day of reckoning. An opportunity to finally get back at the man who had nearly cost him everything. It was much more than a grudge, as his brother accused him of having. Aron Rumero had actively tried to sabotage his fledgling company. Enzo had looked up to him as a mentor, and Aron had tried to bring everything down. Enzo never understood why Aron done it. If Ar

York' since he had made his appearance. "Mr. York looks so imposing. I feel as though a warrior has appeared before me." "Look, there are the four Rank 6 Zombies behind Mr. York. It's the Apocalyptic Legion, Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne." "In my entire life, how great would it be if I could be one ten-thousandth as great as Lucas. For sure, it would be awesome." Then, the dean of Anchorage College and many teachers came forth. The dean of Anchorage College politely asked Lucas, "Mr. York, how may I help you?"

"Thank you for sharing. You are a good friend." "You are a fool," Ralph grunted. Romulus frowned, annoyed at the fact that he was beginning to think that Ralph was right. He was trained never to trust anybody, but Matt was his Beta. What evil could his Beta do with the information he just gave him?