Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

"There was. I deliberately didn't show myself before them so they would feel calm and untouchable. Let the police deal with these two rotten people. Mark said resentfully. He felt uncomfortable with the last two men. It bothered him quite a bit because they were both his father's confidants. Ah, now there was only one problem: persuade Lucas to reverse the branch's office closure and revive its glory. *** "Is that all?" "Yes, it is. Did I do well?" said Mark, asking for a confession. "Okay, not bad for a rookie!" Lucas commented happily. "Ah, yes. Dad says you should go home when you're done," Lucas said later. "I'll call Dad myself later. I still have to take care of some things here," Mark

He wasn’t special. A page of notes—Marco’s handwriting, neat and upright. Borrowed five grand on Tuesday from Rizzo. Paid it back Friday with interest he shouldn’t have had. Brother’s markers resurfacing. Photocopies of text logs: You good? Always. Rent’s late. Handle it. There was a cheap, stamped receipt for a pawned chain; there was an envelope with scotch-tape residue that had clearly been re-used. The folder smelled faintly of coffee and the kind of mistakes that build careers if you survive them.

Only three people knew of his true identity, the girl witnessing what was happening now, his dad, who was still being taken care of after he was left badly hurt by Gunther and Noah years ago, and Wesley Slate, his mentor, and most trusted friend. Wesley was the man who found young Brandon. He was being mistreated by a group of rogues, who were treating him like a slave. They tortured him and made him do all kinds of insane requests like cleaning the excrement from the dungeons they used to incarcerate all of Noah and Alpha Swan's victims. Who were the supposed leaders of the underground sell of rogue girls to filthy men to use as personal slaves.

Marco. Actually, Riko was currently lying to Mr. Marco, actually Riko still didn't know where Luis's house was. But when Riko had just arrived, another co-worker told Riko that Mr. Marco already knew where Luis's house was, and had also prepared a plan to destroy Luis. That gave Riko an idea, which Riko could use to make Mr. Marco not angry with him anymore. And this time it was true, the idea that Riko had was indeed good. He managed to do everything according to the plan he wanted, now Riko looked proud of himself. Although he was not very smart, Riko could always rely on everything to keep him safe. This time Mr. Marco asked Riko not to do anything, because Mr. Marco had already made his

Richard offered. "You don’t have to worry about me. I will find another job soon," Marko said. "On that note, I think I need to return back to him before he loses it on me. Drive safe," he said with a slight bow before walking away. "Wait a minute," Richard said. "How about you work for me?" he added. Marko stood there with a grin on his face. He turned to Richard and rushed to him. "You don’t have to worry about me, sir. I will look for another job," Marko said.

I vault over the bar. I hit the floor running. I don't know where I'm going, I just know I can't be trapped in a box. The air is thick with smoke and the acrid sting of gunpowder. It burns my throat. I see Markos near the overturned pool table. He’s fighting two Reapers at once. He’s using his empty rifle as a club, swinging it wildly. He looks terrified. He’s a kid. A kid who brought me sandwiches and guarded my door.