Wreck-it Ralph: Fix-it Felix Jr Novels & Stories

"We made it. Help is here." Felix managed a weak smile, grateful for his boss's unwavering loyalty. "Thanks, Alfredo," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're a true friend." As they carried Felix inside the warehouse, the remaining gang members rushed forward, ready to tend to his wounds. Alfredo glanced at Alexander and nodded, acknowledging the driver's role in their successful escape. "We did it," Alfredo muttered under his breath, a mix of relief and triumph in his voice. "No one can touch us."

Hours of chanting, each of us holding Roxie’s charred hand or foot as Olaf mixed herbs and guided our voiced was exhausting. My head dropped, fighting waves of tiredness after days of running from Foxton. Olaf and Felix had battled too, their red wounds matching Roxie’s battered form.

It locks down a wolf and slows healing if it gets into your system in low amounts but deadly in high doses. “I’ll ask one more time. Who helped you Felix?” Felix’s hazel eyes snapped up to mine in answer. Determination and defiance. “So be it. One more night in here then.” I said as I nodded at my man and he began pouring the liquid over the open chest wounds.

"Oh, by the way, I've already purchased the high-end scar-removal ointment you asked for. Should I deliver it to Aria?" "No. I already gave her the ointment from Ralph." Felix's jaw dropped. Ralph was once the most revered Pack Doctor in the entire northern territory. The healing ointments he crafted were legendary, made from extinct herbs and almost impossible to obtain, even for high-ranking Alphas. And Raymon just gave it away like it was nothing? "Right. Well... that's excellent then," Felix swallowed hard. Meanwhile, across the territory, a completely different kind of misery was unfolding.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

I smile as she uses one hand to fend off the little gremlin terrorizing our house, our wonderful three-year-old son, Ryder. “More waffle! More waffle!” he yelps, doing his best to climb her leg like a puppy. He reaches for the plate of scrambled eggs, nearly knocking it from the counter. Somehow, she manages to save it at the last second. “Ryder, sweetie, you’ve already hadthree, and that was one too many.” “I had four,” he snickers, his cheeks covered in syrup. I try not to laugh, to encourage him, but I can’t help it. He is definitely my son. All stubborn and confident, doing his best to rule this house like a tiny little king.

Jared said as he cried out loud. Alex’s lips curved into a smile, he did remeber what happened the last time Jared saw Ralph. Under the pretense of eating him, Ralph tore and ate the clothes Jared was wearing. Jared was tramautized because Ralph behaved like he would eat his head a whole but funny enough, Jared wasn’t injured. Since then, Jared swore never to come into Alex’s house if the tiger was outside he’s cage. “Stop whining and come in, Ralph won’t hurt you,” Alex said as he scowled in annoyance. He wasn’t in the mood to convince his secretary to come into his house.