Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

“But…” “But?” He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t recommend it.” “Why not?” “Because it doesn’t just break a bond,” he said, his voice heavier now. “It breaks something deeper. For a wolf… rejection isn’t just emotional. It’s… destructive.” I frowned. “Destructive how?” “It can break him,” Lucian said bluntly. “Completely.” The words lingered in the air. “And right now,” he added, softer this time, “he’s already not in the right state of mind.”

Redhead sat back on the opposite side, watching me with a glint of amusement in his eyes. I suddenly stopped fumbling with the candy, giving him a death stare and my signature "what the fuck?!" look, only for his smile to widen. Fucking creep! "Oh please! Go on. I don't want to ruin your fun." He said, pointing to the candy I was unwrapping. Wait till I get my right arm back. " I'm Mark. Second in command and Beta to Alpha Benard." He suddenly said, pushing out his chest and trying to exude some kinda dominance. Ugh! Werewolves sure do take their ranks seriously. I'm literally trying my hardest not to cringe.

Anaya responded, “Are there any people you know named Scar? He killed someone dear to me. Please, if you can, help me in any way.” “This is just between us, right? I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking side to side. She said, as I agreed, “I don't know this Scar guy personally. Nevertheless, I met a man named Marcus, who was his low-level man. He worshipped that Scar guy. According to him, Scar was planning something big and he would stop at nothing. I don’t know anything else.” “Do you have any idea where we can find Marco?” she inquired.

COLT'S POV I stared at the laptop screen and felt my whole body go cold. The tattoo on that wrist was burned into my memory from years ago. It belonged to a biker named Marcus Vale. He had been one of the original Iron Wolves, a tough son of a bitch who fought in the earliest wars we ever had. Everyone believed he died in that massive explosion during the final battle against the old enemy pack. His bike was found in pieces. His body was never recovered. We held a funeral for him anyway.

The mask was so flawless, so utterly convincing, that anyone else would have fallen head over heels in love with him right then and there. ​"Thank you, Mark," I said, forcing a faint smile to my lips while my heart froze into solid ice. "I really owe you." ​"You don't owe me anything," Mark replied warmly, his fingers lingering on my jacket for a fraction of a second before he pulled back. "Just help me crush Westbridge in twelve days." ​He turned and walked down the hallway toward the locker rooms, his stride confident and light. ​I stood in the center of the corridor, pulling out my phone. As soon as Mark disappeared around the corner, I pulled up my secure messaging app and typed a messag

Liam's POV "Spell it again." "H-A-L-V-E-R-S-E-N. First name Rurik, sometimes goes by Rick." Marco's voice came through the phone flat with the particular tiredness of a man who'd been pulling records for six hours because I'd asked him to and hadn't told him why. "Took me most of the night. Your third name doesn't exist on paper after 2019. Before that he's a maritime logistics consultant, whatever that means when a man has no office, no employees, and clients who pay him from shell accounts in three countries."

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

It's a good thing that it didn't rumble like a thunder and other people's voices around us covered its sound. "Oh, then let's go over there." Jake smile and gestured the three girls to go over the place I pointed out. Right, Jake is the best. Jen and Meryl and Ari are the best. Adrian is a little bit the best. And the other one, Maxwell? I don't really like that kid. Tsk. *** "You really suck at this, aren't you?" I sneered at Maxwell who on the other was struggling to play with the claw machine we saw in front of a convenience store, along the way to the bus stop.

Because I do. Ralph freezes, staring at me like I just grew a second head. Then his expression twists with pure disbelief. "Have you fucking lost your mind?" His voice rises, sharp with fury. "These bastards are an abomination. There’s nothing good about them. They need to be wiped out." The venom in Ralph’s voice makes my stomach turn. "It’s good I found a way in. When we go back, we tell everyone. Then we wipe this whole pack out in one go." His words drip with hatred, each one landing like a slap.

Max grumbled. “Are you in that big of hurry to die?” Marco returned the smirk as he circled his prey. “You aren’t wolf enough to kill me.” Max taunted. “Actually, YOU aren’t wolf enough.” Marco allowed Jax to surface and joined with him. Marco’s hand shifted into a claw, and he swiped at Max’s chest cutting into his flesh from his left shoulder down across to his right pelvis. “Did you think you really you were going to get away with taking the most important treasure in my life!” Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest.