Wreck It Ralph Sad Novels & Stories

Neither one of us had informed Shane of what was going on, but I could see my blonde-haired male typing out a quick message as I moved back at last, wiping the salty liquid from my cheeks. New tears kept spilling over in their place, so I gave up for the time being, glancing up at my lifeline as I asked in a watery voice, “What do we do now? What if Isla’s hurt? It’s all my fault…” I sniffled, breaking off mid-sentence as a new wave of emotions rolled over me.

she's going to pop out any second and laugh, tell me it's all been a plan. The memories were comforting, a reminder of everything safe and familiar. I let myself relax for the first time that day. I even laughed softly when I saw Mum carefully decorating the cake from my first birthday. My chest felt lighter, and for a brief moment, the dread that had been twisting in my stomach eased. Till the screen flickered. The footage warped and the warm light of the home videos turned cold. The happy scenes stuttered, skipping unnaturally, and the sound distorted into a low, static noise.

At this point, I’d rather starve than eat any of his food. My bag lays beside me, still packed. But my heart is torn open, spilling my soul into the silent void. It feels like I’m deflating, losing myself as every second ticks by. I didn’t make it. I didn’t get to Rhett. And now I may not ever see him again. He must think I’m awful–that I bailed on him. Poor little rich girl had a change of heart. Pain stings my heart as I picture him thinking such a thing.

Afterall, she was closer to Ralph than I was. After getting back to our camp and a few words of consolation, Ariel was able to calm her anger and the color of the moon crest went back to being blue. Falling to her knees, Ariel broke down into tears almost immediately. I went down to her to pull her into my arms and offer a consoling embrace. “Ra—Ralph… h—he is dead,” She sobbed, “J—Just like that… and… and there was nothing… nothing I could do…to save him.”

I want to shout, I want to let out all of my frustrations but I couldn’t. I trembled in pain but managed to make myself sob quietly in his chest. I know it’s awkward considering that I dumped him but I can’t stop myself anymore. All the tears that wanted to get out managed to escape and now I couldn’t fix myself. It feels like it’s been a long time since I found a friend to lean on. I just… couldn’t tell it to Cassandra as well, knowing that she’s in her state. He gently broke from our hug and wiped off the tears in my eyes, He forced a smile on his face as he leaned in for a kiss on my forehead.

Mark shuddered slightly and gritted his teeth, "Don't worry, I will not go back on my words! I want a divorce!" After they left, I laid there and ate the apple slowly. Ralph saw me wallowing and thought I was sad. He scratched his head and awkwardly comforted me, "Well, if you are sad, just cry. Just like in the movies, I think you will feel better if you cry." I was amused, "Do you know that if a man says this to a woman in the movies, the woman will eventually fall deeply in love with him?" Ralph's face instantly turned red. He avoided my gaze and said hesitantly, "Well, it seems my worries are unnecessary."

“You can never have peace, happiness and salvation in your life. You’ll end up alone with this attitude of yours” Ralph whipped his head towards Klara, his face full of shock which slowly turned to sadness. Dylan, Milo and Cecelia are astonished not because of Klara’s words but to see Ralph in sadness. Master never showed his vulnerability in front of them but for the first time they saw this kind of expression on his face. He’s deeply hurt by Fiona’s words.

Returning to reality, my eyes welled up. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yes, I'm just happy about the snacks,” I replied with a sad smile, then left, clutching my chest to control my emotions. “Athena, are you okay?” Ralph's concerned voice reached me through the mind link. “Yes, why?” I responded. “I felt something sad,” he explained. The constant flood of emotions from other werewolves, now extending to Ralph, became frustrating. How long could I keep lying to cover it up?

Whatever is in the past belongs to the past.... "Don't play games with me Rebecca, answer the damn question" Ralph thundered, shoving her hands to her side. He's had enough of her tricks. "I'm sad, babe, trust me, I've changed. I did a whole lot of self-reflection back there in the prison. I really suffered from creepy and crawling things living off me. It was really an awful experience, and all I wanted was to come home to you, in your waiting arms," Rebecca said with tears in her eyes, attempting to hold his hands again, but Ralph dodged her touch.

Scarlett. The realization of the intimate reality of the moment dawned upon her almost immediately. With each tender flicker of touch and each playful stroke, the understanding grew that she was not alone. In this fleeting moment, she found herself immersed in fear and trepidation. “Shh…it’s useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister’s cadaver as wedding gift.” His words caused her to tense up, prompting another devastated sob. Ralph found amusement in her disheveled appearance, resulting in an amused chuckle. Every part of her was in pain: physically, emotionally, and mentally. These cruel, ruthless men had profoundly damaged and sha