Wreck-it Ralph Vanellope Von Schweetz Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

But the smile wasn’t his. “To file a petition for parental rights over my child with Saoirse, of course.” The words gutted me. Pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat. “You’re a monster! Let Renzo go! Who are you?!” He chuckled darkly, leaning close, his hand sliding over my swollen belly. “Shh. I’m Vlad. It was easy to steal your mate’s body, with help from one of my dearest daughters—Halo. She, too, was rejected by an Alpha. Witches scorned are dangerous, you know.” His laugh was sharp, cruel.

"Scarlette honey.. Boys never think that.. everytime they see a beautiful girl.. they won't remember anything.." "But.." "No buts.. I'm just doing what my boss said." She smirked and she knew I can't beat that. I sighed and I nodded a little. "Hello.. What's your name?" "Scarlette Thompson, how about you?" I asked back and she seemed nice. "I'm Viena Wilder, this is Hanna, Poppy, Vanny, Delilah and Manci." She introduced her crew and I smiled at them. "I'm Scarlette Thompson.. Hi." I waved to them and they waved back.

Shotz and I exchanged looks. “It’s almost a compliment, I guess,” he muttered. “Do you know who Vlad and Elain are?” I asked, as they both sounded only vaguely familiar. “Yes, I want to hear the actual message,” Zane told the phone. “Vlad works with me in the mine,” he said. “Well, he’s my superior, really.” “Elain DeChapple is an I*******m influencer with about five million followers,” Melissa said. “She focuses on human rights violations.”

"Show your face if you're so confident, bitch. Probably a rogue with a scarred mug." What the actual hell? It took me three minutes of scrolling to piece together the sabotage. NorthForge Studios had announced Valentina Cruz—the same "old flame" my husband was still apparently scent-marking—as the voice for a character called Kaela the Enchantress. Some leak account claimed the role had originally been promised to an unnamed "rising talent"—obviously referring to my work as Lila Starr.

But I didn't run. I squeezed through the collapsed entrance, my skin burning from residual silver in the air. The interior was chaos—walls crumbling, fires burning, and everywhere that silver light pulsing. And standing in the center, surrounded by broken bodies and shattered restraints, was something I barely recognized. Racheal had transformed, but not into any wolf I'd ever seen. This was from legends. The Ghost Wolf. An actual embodiment of primal werewolf power in its purest, most terrifying form. Her eyes met mine across the destruction, and I saw no recognition in them. Only rage, power, and the promise of violence.

I shared it with her. “What is the color of his eyes?” Vanelope’s tone sounded serious behind me. I looked at her before tasting my curry. “Yellow eyes just like yours,” I smiled, “I think those kinds of eyes are very rare and pretty.” Vanelope gave me a small smile, “Some of it is pretty, but some of it might be dangerous as well.” “Are you…going to be afraid if you find out someone you are close with isn’t really human?” She suddenly asked.

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He was handsome although there were times he’s being mysterious and all, but it doesn’t stop us, and now we’re together. Both of them glanced at each other before grinning to tease their only trusted human friend as they got close to a small but cozy house’s driveway. ‘Can we get his name?’ ‘Of course, his name is Ralphie Orlok.’ ‘Well, he was not any other nomad since he was the fallen prince that we mentioned before.’ ‘That vamp prince?! Wow, I didn’t expect that.’ ‘True…’ ‘Someone is blushing.’ ‘…but be careful, Kat; whenever you’re alone and his presence isn’t around you, danger will always be near you.’

She slowly reached for her mask with her right hand. “I am what people call the Witch of Hell, the Harbinger of Darkness but people know me by a more famous name.” The woman took off her mask and unveiled her face that was hidden. “My name is Roosevelt Scarlett, the Scarlett Witch. And your great ancestor.” The woman said once she took her mask off.