Wreck-it Ralph Cars Novels & Stories

Saira looked shocked. Raphael shrugged. "It was shown on TV." "Where did you watch it?" "One of my friends owns a TV in his room, that's where I watched it. It was gruesome." "You're not exaggerating are you?" She raised a skeptical brow. "All I know is that his car now belongs in a junkyard." Raph sighed. "That gorgeous car had its life cut so short." "Can you cover for me please?" Saira pleaded. "You want to go and see him? You and half of the school's female population."

I ask as Frankie starts the car and begins to pull it out of the lot. “That, and we need money,” Frankie murmurs, concentrating on getting on the road for a second. He nods down at the cash sitting on the bench seat between us. “Luckily, the Romanos buy fancy ass cars that any junk yard will be happy to pay half price for.” “What will they do with it?” I ask, looking over my shoulder as the little town disappears.

I pointed to the ceiling lights above me, "the first time and you went with the show stopping disco ball lights?" I looked at the tiny balls that were going off now but in the same fashion in which they turned on, one after the other. Till they were all out. "Were you trying to flex your collection to me or what?" I gave him a sly smile. More like impress. My wolf had told me. He only smiled at me and shook his head. "C'mon, let's go." I turned around again, and this time seeing the cars very clearly I saw his black Range, the van, a really large grey pick up truck with 'Tundra' written boldly at the back, a wine coloured jeep, two other smaller sports cars and,

Norman knew how much her grandson loved spending time with his mom and didn’t object, just reminded her to stay safe and call if anything came up. Ralph, acting like a little man, puffed out his chest and said, “I’m a man now, I can protect Mommy.” Everyone laughed at his serious tone, and the compliments made him stand even taller. Adela took Ralph to the garage. Most of Layson’s cars were understated luxury models, mostly dark colors. She had a car in mind, but paused when she spotted the Phantom. Layson drove that one most often. She hesitated—it was her first time driving one of his cars—and she wanted to install a child seat. She originally thought of the Ghost, since Layson didn’t driv

he announced. Inside, six stunning cars gleamed. "A midnight black Rolls Royce Wraith," “You recognize this cars?” Ethan asked. I nodded pointing each of them out. "White Audi R8." "Black Lamborghini Urus." "Blue Mansory Rolls Royce Specter." "Red Lamborghini Aventador." "And a gray Ford Mustang." I whistled. "You're a true car enthusiast." Ethan grinned. "Guilty." We walked back to the main house. Feeling more at ease.

Chrome and polished paint reflecting on the spotless floor Ferraris, Aston Martins, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces… These are exotic cars I’ve only ever seen in magazines or rap videos sitting here casually like grocery store carts. My hands go to my head automatically. “No fucking way.” Lucas strolls inside without looking impressed. Which makes sense. This psycho grew up thinking Bugattis were emotional support animals. I walk slowly between the cars, stunned. “These are real?” Lucas snorts. “No, Shitshaw. They’re cardboard decorations.”

Rick called a taxi and they were taken to their new home in Silver Hill. When they arrived at the villa, they saw 2 cars parked in the forecourt. They both wondered who could be visiting them. As they got out of the taxi, Old Wilson came over to them. He said "I thought you may now be in need of your own transportation. Young Master, these 2 cars were your father's that he used when he was here in town. I know he would want you to use them." The 2 cars were a Bentley and a Rolls Royce Phantom. A bit of a shock to Rick and Debbie, but they were glad to now have their own cars. Taxis were nice, but when you were in a hurry, nothing beats your own transportation.

Caspian said, dropping the call before Ralph could respond. "Boss, she… Shit, he has dropped the call." Ralph couldn't believe Aurora entered the multi-million-dollar expensive cars he saw parked. He didn't know the fleet of expensive cars was waiting for Aurora, and he was unaware of the owners. Before he could finish his call with Caspian, the cars had driven off. "Shit! Which route did they take? I've missed them," Ralph said and immediately started his car. "I need to call the boss back; he needs to stay back," he said and dialed Caspian's number.

Ralph slammed on the brakes, which made the truck's tires skid on the wet pavement, stopping inches from the other car's bumper. "What the hell?" Ralph shouted, reaching for his radio to call in his situation when his window suddenly shattered. Ralph screamed, shielding his face from the glass. Before he could reach for a weapon under his seat, a gloved hand reached in to haul him out of the car. Three huge men stood over him. They wore expensive suits that were getting ruined in the rain. Dmitri Varga stepped forward. "Where is it?" Varga asked calmly. "Where is what?" Ralph gasped, clutching his bruised ribs. "It’s just computer parts! I don't have the keys to the back!"

Overtaking on a steep curve made everyone say he was impressive. Suddenly, a crashing sound came from the big screen, and the two cars that crashed were Ralph's and Jace's. Jace's car got hit and slid forward a bit, with thick smoke coming out of it. Ralph stopped the car. He was just about to check out what was going on when suddenly the whole car caught on fire. A few seconds later, it exploded. A wave of heat blasted Ralph away. Jace and the navigator were still inside. Both of them died in the fire.