Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

I didn't tell him that I didn't believe that was the problem, but honestly, I didn't believe it. "Who was the freakazoid?" I asked seriously, changing the subject. William sat down on the chair in the room. "His name is Marcov, he is a vampire cross wizard. He is a Russian hit man. But you take a risk in hiring him. He is ruthless, and there is normally casualties or collateral damage, but he always gets his target. He has a power not to be messed with. He is brutal and likes playing with his victims. He runs through partners like it is nobody's business, but even knowing this, females and males fall head over heals for him." He paused and cleared his throat.

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

That is, until the next afternoon, when I approached the underground club where he and his bikers often gathered and overheard their conversation. "Wow, Mason, you 'marked' little Elara already?" a voice said. My face flushed crimson. I was about to slip away when Mason's careless voice, laced with that unique lupine arrogance, cut through the air. "Of course not. Her wolf is weak—it is said that her dead father was a stupid human!" He paused, and I could almost hear his dismissive shrug. "My target is always Alice. She's a pureblood, and she knows a lot of secrets about those damn Alpha twin heirs. Only someone like Alice, with her pure bloodline, can help me return to the Constantine pack

Ralph finishes his report and leans back on the chair he has been sitting on since we came in. Although, he confirmed what I've thought, but the thought of a low life like Drake destroying what I've worked so hard to get and maintain, made me extremely angry. " And he boasted about it? It's almost like he wants us to know that he is the one that did it". This must be his revenge for us taking their territory. And we were merciful enough to allow them to continue to live on their pack land as long as they pay their dues as at when due. And this is how he pays back our kindness?? Even he knows that being a pack means constant competition to expand the pack and now he's hating on us and destroy

The sharp corner hit my hip with a hard thud, and a quick sting shot through me. Markus burst into loud laughter, grabbing the doorframe to keep himself from falling over. Raphael, still wearing a bandage on his shoulder from the warehouse explosion, looked up from the couch, one eyebrow raised high. "Alpha," Markus said between laughs, wiping tears from his eyes, "There's nobody here to fool." I straightened up immediately and walked the rest of the way normally, no limp, no hesitation, and Raphael's mouth fell open. "You rehearsed that," Raphael said. It wasn't a question.

One by one, Gomez's men filed out until the room was empty. “Oh, please.” He turned to me before he left “Tell Sanders I hope this stays here and doesn’t spread. I'm cleaning up my son's shit and I hope he turns his nose away from my business. You know, favor with favor is paid.” He looked at me with amusement at the scene that, in my opinion, was the most frightening of my life. “Don't worry, he won't die, at least not from that bullet...” “How do you know?” I asked, looking scared at Mark still unconscious.

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

Made her believe her life started with him. She listened. Crying. The corruption fought—I could see it in her eyes. The way she flinched. The way pain flashed across her face every time I spoke truth. But she pushed through it. Held onto the photograph. Held onto what was real. "The mark." She touched her shoulder. Where my bite was. Faint but there. "In the accident. You—you marked me." "Yes. I'm sorry. I should have asked. Should have explained. But I was desperate. The mark—it's a mate mark. It creates a connection. A crack in the corruption. It's why you've been having dreams. Why the bond has been reaching you."