Cannon Mario Novels & Stories

Sam asks, and I immediately answer. "Gender. Please I have waited so long," I declare and everyone laughs as Mariah shrugs. "Fine by me," she says, and Carmen picks up two gigantic water guns that were hidden under a snack table. "The guys will be squirting their mates' to reveal the color. The gun with the M on it is of course for Mariah and T for Tabitha," Carmen says and Stanley takes the gun with the T. Mariah laughs at the excited look on her mate's face and everyone stops playing to come over. Killian and Darcy hang back a little, but Darcy is at least smiling.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

They just let us enjoy our delusion. I smiled at the memory as I hefted the dark blue fake laser gun in my hand. It was heavier than it looked and a bitch in the ass to carry around. The Arcade had changed. Gotten more modern. Gone were the mario kart game stands and the bright colours. Even the smell of hotdogs. Now it was a sprawling three storey building filled with the wonders of modern gaming.

"I am going to pretend you did not say that." "Pretend all you want. I have witnesses." I gestured toward the empty arcade. "All of these machines are witnesses. They saw you crash." "The machines do not have eyes." "They have screens. They saw everything." Mariano shook his head and walked toward the next game. It was a shooting game. A giant screen with plastic guns attached to the console. Zombies were crawling across the screen in the demo mode. "Zombies," he said. "I can handle zombies."

And Mario heard it all. "Oh, shit! I forgot my wallet. I'll be right back," Mario pretended and headed out of the building. He knew there were cameras everywhere, so he went behind and took the stairs up to the tenth floor, still wearing his hat. He finally got to the tenth floor. He saw a CCTV mounted at the corner of the hallway, but it wasn't facing him, so he went ahead to arm his Glock with a silencer, and he wore a black face mask. Then he took out the camera, making minimal noise.

Please let me try. I promise if it gets too dangerous, I will get out. she said. Mario doesn't like the idea, and I don't either. But we have no choice. I thought. "Okay, Sarah! We do it your way, but stay behind me.'' Mario said. Wade! Get us some guns. They are in my secret department in my cabinet under my scotch!" he told me. I went under the cabinet I saw a lot of different guns. I found 45's and Colt's M4 Carbines, Remington 870 Shotguns, et. I grabbed the shotguns and 45's and Colt M4's.

He's rather more annoyed than anyone present. “Cannon, what you did is wrong, whether you like it or not. Admit it, you're just obsessed with Clair and the reason you did what you did.” “What? Did you just say obsessed?” “What else do you call your actions, then?” “No, you got it wrong. I'm not just obsessed, I'm terribly obsessed and since you know that now, don't you think you should back off even more,” Cannon said, walking over to Rojas with his hands in his pockets.

And then— The doors opened. The sound hit her all at once. Roaring. Shouting. The kind of energy that made your chest tighten whether you wanted it to or not. The arena. Mona stepped inside slowly, her senses overwhelmed. The air was thick, heavy with sweat, smoke, and something metallic underneath it all. Blood. Her eyes lifted. Straight to the ring. And then she saw him. Kane. Her breath caught. He looked... different. Bigger somehow. Sharper. The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise.