Wreck-it Ralph Wreck-it Ralph Song Novels & Stories

Because I do. Ralph freezes, staring at me like I just grew a second head. Then his expression twists with pure disbelief. "Have you fucking lost your mind?" His voice rises, sharp with fury. "These bastards are an abomination. There’s nothing good about them. They need to be wiped out." The venom in Ralph’s voice makes my stomach turn. "It’s good I found a way in. When we go back, we tell everyone. Then we wipe this whole pack out in one go." His words drip with hatred, each one landing like a slap.

She let out a low, evil chuckle under her breath, her heart dancing with excitement. “Nova, Nova, Nova… thank you so much for handing me your total destruction on a silver platter!”

He screamed and fell to the floor, and everyone began to give me wary looks. “What? The fight is over?” I asked, pouting like a child. “Is the fight over, or you're up for some more?” I added in my deepest and scariest voice, then laughed at myself. Suddenly, someone grabbed me, and I was about to turn and land a punch on the person, but instead, broke into a smile after turning. “Ralph.” “Just how drunk do you have to be to act this low?” he asked in surprise, but I began to sing at my loudest.

“But that’s all you’re to do.” Ralph grew a dirty smile. “Hunt down the Rotter!” He bawled.

Yet after waking up, she played her favorite music fight song by Rachel Platten, as she did some simple cleaning in the house she sang along with the beat; Like a small on the boat on the ocean sending big waves into motion Like how a single word can make heart open I might only have match but I can make an explosion…… This is my fight song Take back my life sing Prove am alright song… My power turned on starting right I’ll be strong I’ll play my fight song and I don’t really care if nobody else believe…

“You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” “Yes, Michael, you’ve already covered that.” I smile at him as I move the blade faster between his fingers. I sing and watch as genuine fear grips him. He knows he is staring at a monster and has nowhere to go and no one to help him. “Engine, engine number nine, going down the Chicago line. If the train goes off the track, do you want your money back?” “Fuck,” Michael screams as he pulls his hand back. Blood now spilles violently where his index finger connected at the knuckle a moment ago.

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.”

"Did you two already do the wiggle waggle with legs?" Alan even started the song wiggle wiggle by Jason Derulo, though the only words he knew were 'You know what to do with that big fat butt, wiggle wiggle wiggle', he even actually wiggled his butt mischievously and 'apparently' sensually, a large grin plastered on his face. I slapped Logan's head and glared at Ace. "Yesterday night and no." I answered, blushing as I thought about last night.

I’m yours. I was stunned. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “The Wreck of Our Hearts” by Sleeping Wolf.