Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Mario

Another sharp smack landed on my ass, freezing me in place. Mario pressed his body against mine, his chest against my back. I gasped, startled, as something hard poked into me. The bastard was getting hard at this? He suddenly took my earlobe between his lips, sending a jolt of desire through me. But instead of surrendering, I found my strength. I began fighting again, twisting and squirming to break free. "I can do whatever I want with you," Mario sneered. "No one, not even you, will stop me. You think you have the right to dictate what I can and can't do? You must be joking. Mario Bianchi doesn't take orders from anyone."

Smoke filled the air as Mario was sitting on the couch with a cigarette in hand, surrounded by those useless friends of his, the ones he gambled with, the ones I despised so much. I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the floor as I crossed my arms. Mario looked up with surprise on his face. "Babe, you’re here?" He quickly turned off the music, tossing his cigarette aside. I didn’t respond. Instead, I shot a cold glare at his friends, making my displeasure clear. Mario cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh… guys, my woman’s here. You should go. We’ll catch up later." His friends chuckled, some of them eyeing me with shameless desire before finally leaving.

As if to prove his point, Mario took a sip of his milk before setting the mug on the table then added, “and safer.” I gave him a murdering glare and he raised both hands like a white flag. “Was it her?” I swallowed. “Yes.” Mario nodded. “The first six months were the hardest. It is going to sound cheesy and stupid if I said I couldn’t sleep and eat since, well, I ate and slept. If not, I would not be here today but inside a coffin. But does not mean that it did not feel that way.” He dropped his gaze to the mug in front of him and his eyebrows knitted into a thin, straight line. “I could not eat or sleep properly. Sure, I ate but everything tasted bland. I slept but I was not really sleeping

Maria asked, handing a glass of milk to Marco as he entered the kitchen looking like a mummified corpse. “At least they could switch shifts. I was there all night….” he replied in a hoarse voice and took a sip of the drink he was given just to find that it was nothing but warm milk. “… I need something stronger. Coffee. Triple shot expresso. Please give me coffee darker than Mrs. Accardi’s skin.” He pouted at old Maria. “Drink the milk. So much coffee is bad for you…”she scolded lovingly while pushing the cup up to his lips to make sure he took another gulp. “… Did she agree?” she asked in a hushed tone, like a little gossip.

“What do you want!? Why are you at my house, you bastard!? What do you want Mario!?“ Mr wick flares in irk. Mario chuckles and shrugs. With slow steps, he advanced towards Wick. He stroked his extremely dark beards. He pulled his pistol and brushed the edges on his nose as though sniffing cocaine. “Fuck!!“ Mr Wick screeched as Mario shot his right hand, close to his shoulder. Blood smudged his white shirt and the couch. He struggled but the hold of the two men beside him was too firm. His kids and wife were intensely crying as they were frightened to the core. “Porca puttana! You dare not call me a bastard!” he bawls. Mr Wick was still in severe pain. Mario drew closer to the former and swat

He’s mad. “Mario! She doesn’t know what she’s saying. Calm down.” ‘Kayden be ready. Mario might hurt Melissa. If he moves, we will attack them.’ I ordered through our pack link. “You are just like your brother. You choose other over me. I should be the beta but he makes me his third in command. Now, my mate rejecting me too.” Mario says. My heart beats fast as I saw Mario’s claw elongating. “Kayden move.” I move quickly but stopped my trance when I a sweet scent hit my nose. I look around to see a rogue girl standing near Mario and stares at me also. Mate! We both said.

Clancy's POV "You psycho!" Mario Karts cursed out his throat in front of me but could do little as his hands and feet were bound to the wall of the cell underground. He was shirtless, showing the fresh knife mark all over his body from my torture. "Mario" My voice was rather calm as I approached him with the plier in my hands, "Tell me..." "I've told you all I know already," He cried, "She asked about everything I know about the Di Marco Princess, Sofia"

Mario chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Remember when you told me Mariah was pregnant? Well, I still do. You were so excited. Your joy knew no bounds. Hell, even the girl who was hitting on you suddenly lost the zeal to continue. Can I tell you a little secret? I banged her. Ooh... I banged the shit out of her, pouring my jizz all over her face," Mario chuckled. As he looked up, he saw the old man looking at him detestably. "You're on holy grounds, son. Watch what you say."