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Moments like these made me feel old when I desperately crawled into my memory, and then something triggered my brain because in an instant, Ralph’s face flashed before my eyes, and I froze. Ralph has this exact birthmark on his left arm, amidst a canvas of scars he acquired as a result of his glorious career as the right-hand man of a mafia kingpin. The birthmark always stood out, a little prominent on his sun-kissed skin, and I knew deep in my bones that the information I had was earth-shattering.

Jason said and then his eyes fall on Caroline who was in the blood Ralph was in pain too to see Caroline like this, he has no idea why he is feeling like this but his heart is not at rest Jason run towards Caroline and hold her in his arms “I am here baby girl and I won’t let anything happen to you,” Jason said and picked Caroline in his arms Ralph's eyes met with Emma and it seems like his all world stopped “Ralph” Emma said and tears leaked from her eyes. Ralph in anger killed the remaining wolves in the mansion and hugged his sister Sabrina and her lover Emma. Ralph was happy that finally he found his loved ones. “Now tell me Nicholas what I should do to you,” Ralph said with a hard expr

It was Ralph— the traitor prison guard. "You again? Ugh, you suck," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier—" he apologized rapidly. "Come on, I don't need that," I interrupted. "You need to—" "Shush." "But I was—" "Shush." Ralph released a deep sigh, closing his eyes. I think he was trying to calm himself and collect some courage to speak up once again after being continuously rejected. This is fucking insanely hilarious! God damn it. He looked so pissed off and was about to give me a good punching, or try if he could still do the werewolf fighting technique.

The haunting echoes of the driver's cries and screams as he plunged a knife deep into his chest still reverberate in Ralph's mind like softly spoken musical notes. “What a fucking waste?” he muttered disdainfully, contorting his mouth with exasperation as he effortlessly flung his shirt over his shoulder. Tilting his head, he meticulously assessed the multitudinous array of ink adorning his skin, covering the remnants of scars she inflicted upon him two long years ago. Ralph cursed vehemently, his voice dripping with contempt. “Bloody vixen.”

she adds, making Dad and I chuckle. Alpha Alarick, or Ricky, as we all call him, has a big sweet tooth. He looks like he's always angry as fuck, and he's very serious all the time, but he's a nice guy. He takes his job very seriously and doesn't take a bull from anyone, but he's a sucker for sweet stuff. Don't be fooled by the appearance, everyone thinks he's a menace, and to most who dare to cross the line- he is. But not to us. To us, he's just Ricky. But...If you want to be on his good side, get him a sweet pastry and a good cup of freshly brewed coffee.

look. Ralph felt his pockets again and eventually removed his watch from his wrist. “Will you take the watch? It’s expensive, around 40 grand.” “40 grand?!” The driver took the watch and examined it suspiciously. He did not want to believe Ralph, but it was late, and Ralph did not seem to be able to pay. Not wanting to waste more time, the driver rubbed the watch’s face and said, “F*ck it. It’s just my unlucky day.”

How was she going to survive this beast, that cute and frail person? “Then I'll bring a gift later tonight.” Ralph left the building after another ten minutes of conversation. As someone who had his dreams dashed, he decided to wallow in his own misery and hope for a happy smile to appear when he saw Vanity later that day. Vanity was going crazy at the shopping mall, looking at the price tags. She didn't even flinch when she bought what she liked. She was going to do it because he had stated that she could use the money.

Aryadi broke the silence by saying, “At least let us do something other than this. We can't just sit idly by while my grandson is in danger.” Rokan Allegro returned his gaze to Barbara's grandfather. His next words were firm and uncompromising. “I understand how you feel, sir, but I'm afraid you can't do anything at this point. Unless you're a witch, I invite anyone to use the Body-Transfer to help save the Sacred Wolvire.”

A race? Win a race? I came last when I did a relay at my high school. Though I wouldn’t fault me; I was paired with turtles in a human form. “I bet a lot on this race. I still think it was stupid. But ego, frustration and desperation together can make you do stupid things. Don’t you think Jack?” I rubbed my sore wrists. “It’s James.” And yes, desperation makes people do stupid things. I was such a perfect example at the moment.

"I already met him downstairs." "Really?" Ralph's sour expression instantly vanished, replaced by a wide, beaming grin. Then, his eyes fell on the small jar in my hands. His smile turned knowing. "Ah, I see now. I was wondering why that boy suddenly decided to drop by out of nowhere. So, that Healing Ointment was for you!" Ralph cleared his throat, leaning in slightly. "This scar-removal cream is my own secret recipe. Did he explain to you how to apply it?"