Wreck It Ralph Cherries Novels & Stories

Cherry was resting in James’s room, and so was Christ. They had arrived there for about two hours ago, but Cherry was not feeling well. After everything that she had to go through, she was just broken; the reason she started to hate her brother was because of her. If she had never known Vlad, Lucy might not have been in trouble, and Ryan would not have had to kill those people.

The crowd erupted into chaos as the video continued to play on the screen. "Destroy my fucking pussy.... Yesss... Oh shit! Lawwwd! I'm so close, Duke!!" Sounds filled the hall, skin against skin as the two people chased their orgasm. "Cum for me Thalia! Cum on my cock, not that loser's Marcus," Duke groaned. Thalia's glass fell to the floor, shattering as her face filled the projector screen. Her eyes flickered to mine. "You?!" She screamed, pointing her acrylic nails straight at me, red in the face.

She glared at Vincent, then swung her hand hard, slapping him in return. "Tammy! You're asking for it!" Vincent's voice boiled over with rage. Tammy had long reached her breaking point. She let out a scream and lunged at him. Even in a wheelchair, Vincent was still a man. They grappled, neither gaining the upper hand. … "Baby, if you win, all of this is yours." Winston tossed a thick stack of cash onto the coffee table. The sight of money spurred Tammy on. She clawed at Vincent's face, leaving scratches that turned red almost instantly. She wasn't in great shape herself, but the fight seemed to ignite something in her.

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

Raven sat on a stool, hands folded in her lap, eyes flicking nervously toward the hallway every few seconds. “Relax, baby bat. You look like you’re about to confess to murder,” Cherry said, popping her gum and fluffing her curls. “I’m not good at this,” Raven muttered. “That’s why I’m here. Now, listen.” Cherry leaned closer, eyes sharp but playful. “Ozzy’s a cockroach in a gold chain, but he’s dumb enough to be useful. All you gotta do is make him think you think he’s interesting. That’s it.”

Luke responded before pretending to sip his invisible tea. "Oh, I have cherry as well. Wait." She crawled to a nearby box and started digging in. Seconds later, she took something out—cherry toys—then brought it to the others. "Do you want cherry, too, Melika?" She offered, which received a nod from Melika. Soon, she divided cherry toys so everyone got their own, including Lulu. My gaze fixated on them, observing their actions and reactions. Cherry watched everyone, then smiled widely. It was like seeing myself. She showed the exact expression whenever I watched people enjoy my food. There was pride and happiness, and it must be what she felt.

Had she really worn that to school? “Hi." Asher muttered without glancing her way as he walked past her to me, and popped something into my mouth before I could blink. “Mmmh!" I marveled at the sweet taste as I tried to recover from the surprise. "Sweet gum?! Where did you get it from?” My voice was muffled. "Me.” Ralph touched his chest. "He stole it from me.” "Liar. Don't mind him.” Asher blurted. Ralph looked back at the girls who stood gawking at us in surprise. "Are they shooting a clip or something?” He gave them a rude stare.

“Alex, why are you so silent? Tell us. We too worry about your grandson. Let it out.” Gilbert tried all means to divert Mr Alex from his grief. “Hey, Cherry! Why don’t we consider this day as our reunion after fifty solid years? (Cherry looked at Alex, who had given no sign of response) Come and celebrate with us. Don’t end it with a single glass of liquor, Alex?” Mr Alex approached Gilbert, only to grab the liquor-filled glass and resume his earlier position. “We are all going to die.” Soon after Cherry said those words, the tablet he swallowed earlier tricked into his throat, which made him choke and cough.

You could have taken a picture and it always would have come out clear. I made fruit trees. I decided to make this one cherry. As the fruit ripened as big as apples on the branches, I remember Cherry from the bar. I remembered everyone. They were weakened because of me. Kezia was going to die. Everything back there was going down all because of me.

Cherry had treasured these worthless little things like precious keepsakes. None of these were treasures I covered my face with my sleeve. "These are the kind of things people would throw away without a second thought, Cherry," I thought.