Wreck-it Ralph Rancis Fluggerbutter Novels & Stories

he demanded, clutching his stomach with burning rage. Lucinda's eyes widened, genuine surprise on her face. "I just made coffee. What else do people put in it?" she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Before Ralph could respond, he clutched his mouth and rushed out of the office once more, desperately seeking refuge in the bathroom. Lucinda followed him, her concern overriding any sense of self-preservation. In the bathroom, she turned on the tap, cupping water in her hand, though it slipped through her fingers as she poured it over Ralph's head. The liquid dissolved into his hair, offering no relief.

"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?"

“Get on with your work, you lazy piece of shit.” Ralph appeared beside me with a smirk on his face. He’s the son of the Alpha’s Beta Craig—another one who enjoys nothing more than making my life miserable. I had just finished mopping the floors when my heart sank at his chirpy voice.

Bang! Ralph, a white-haired old man, slammed the table angrily and said “What? Anne Luckser actually treated my butlers like that?” this was an insult to him. “Yes, Anne had her assistant shoot five bullets at each of our people. She avoided the vital parts, but...” someone reported while mumbling, not daring to go on. “ But what?” Ralph was upset and enraged! “But they are now disabled and will never be able to stand up,” When the man saw all eleven people, he was taken a back.

They saluted him like soldiers before doing what he said. Ralph wanted to sit on the swing once to check the strength because he saw the edge of the rope which is attached to the swing was a bit brittle thus he tied it with the new rope before sticking the flowers but it’s better to check it once again. He put the tool box aside and sat on the swing with his full weight. Ralph let out an approval smile moving his body back and forth. It's not weak, she can sit on it……wait…..who is behind him?...before he can see who it is Luc pushed him to the ground angrily yelling at him.

He laughed at my question exposing old rotten teeth. “I am Rafiki,” he said with a grin. My burst of laughter echoed through the jungle. The old bastard had said the name of the exact character he had reminded me about. He had said that was his name. The name of the same baboon he had a splitting resemblance with. I laughed harder. I could see he wanted to talk but my bouts of laughter denied him the opening to speak. He waited patiently as I made sure I had my fill. Finally, my laugh dwindled to just mild giggles.

Present day. __________ Ryker's PoV _____ Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the wildest of them all. It is I, Ryker Wolfcup, the evil secret lurking around. Not really around, though. I am the wild one, the ruthless predator trapped within this confining cage. I have been brutally treated and fed with horrible vegetables when all I needed is meat and blood.

Patricia exclaimed, full of satisfaction when she found what she was looking for. It was a small pack of pink tablets hidden beneath her things. When Rick first offered these little devils to her, she refused. She was trying to follow what Tasha told her. But Rick was an excellent salesman. He convinced Patricia to disobey Tasha's most important rule. And it was more than heaven for Patricia. -------

Jasper asked. "It's alright. I can eat the meatballs later. I'm not hungry anyway. I'll freeze the rest in the refrigerator and write down the type of meatballs on the bag. You can cook them for the children tomorrow morning. They wouldn't turn bad if they were put in the fridge. Oh yes, Young Master Ralph likes apples and nuggets, right?" Natalie asked cautiously. "No, Ralph hates apples as it hurts his teeth. He likes having nuggets, but he's allergic to prawn-based nuggets." Jasper explained.

Ralph wanted to smash Ric’s head to the wall for talking about his fucking dirty deed. Because of his fucking corrupted brain and thoughts, he doubted his little wolf and hurt her. Because of him, he lost his Klara and his daughter. The urge to kill Enrico intensified but he tapped his fingers on the armrest, controlling his anger. Ric thought Ralph would explode if he provoked him but he just sat there calm and comfortable which didn’t sit well with Ric. How can he let Ralph live in peace while he is in hell?