Mario 69 Novels & Stories

Fvcking clowns! "Mario Karts... I want him dead in less than an hour" I instructed Matteo and hung the call.

Just friends. “Whatever you say, but clearly, you're with another girl and having fun. It's a good thing your brain isn't damaged to the point of having to wrestle naked in a hotel room. Not like Mario, who went too far and got addicted.” Mario chuckled. “It's over ... it was good, though.”

Lia: The ground was cold beneath my back. Marcel’s weight pressed me into the earth, solid and unmovable, his grip firm around my wrists as he pinned them above my head. I twisted beneath him, fought with everything I had left, but he was heavier, stronger. Unfairly so. And no matter how hard I tried, the man wouldn’t even budge… not even when I kicked him. “Let me go,” I hissed, kicking uselessly. “You’ve been holding me down for the past few minutes. Either you let me go, or the two of us can actually fight for it.”

"What's going on? Mario, you're a level three warrior king. Who can beat you like this? Did you offend a powerful upper family from this city?" Mario shook his head helplessly. "No. Missus Surina was bullied so she brought us to get her revenge. But that kid was too strong. I think he's as strong as a level five warrior king. But I don't know if he's a level five warrior king or not. But he's definitely stronger than me!" "A level five warrior king!" The Great Elder's mouth twitched a few times. He was the strongest in the mansion but he was just a level four warrior king. Thus if what Mario said was true, he could not defeat the guy too.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

Mario: Tell what? Gaymo: That we’re dating, and we love each other. Mario: Huh? You went too far, Gaymo. Gaymo: You mean, you don’t love me? Mario: Of course I love you, but as a friend. Gaymo: But you kissed me. Mario: Yes, because I love you as a friend. You’re like a sister. You remind me of my sister, Martha. Gaymo: I hate you. That is our conversation. I hate him so much right now. I was embarrassed with all the things he said. If that’s not love, then what is it? Will magic do some changes?

Each word from Mario's mouth serves as a reminder of the injustices that exist in the world, fueling my determination to take action and put an end to such atrocities. “Mario, can you please check if they would like to press charges? I’ll support them financially.” “I’ll contact each of them and coax them into fighting for justice with you.” Ah, Mario! This is why he's the best assistant. The unwavering determination in his tone brings a sense of solace to my troubled heart. In the midst of this distressing situation, knowing that I have someone as dedicated and reliable as Mario by my side fills me with gratitude and a renewed sense of hope.

He instinctively went after her, split second later, but was pushed back by some unfamiliar faces in the bar. For starters, Mario was a six-foot-five, broad shouldered, well-chiseled slithering god. Slithering was Jack's way of qualifying him, because for one, he always had a way with women, plus he had some sexual appeal to his person, more than his best friend ever would. "Slithering." Mario chuckled again, savoring the sound of the words in his dirty, gorgeous head. His smile soon disappeared as he watched the girl swing her finger again in his direction. No one had ever called him 'a dirty big thing' until now.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Mario's throat, reverberating through the room like thunder. “Whatever you see man." The man replied, pecking my forehead. I recoiled. Before I could process what was happening, Mario was already moving. He crossed the room with the speed of a predator. The man beside me barely had time to react before Mario grabbed him and flung him against the walls like a rag doll. The man groaned weakly, but Mario wasn’t finished. Before he could even try to stand, Mario descended on him, raining punches on him.

Your pathetic cookie business I had people order them so you can pay for this crappy shithole you call home “—Mario still laughing like a lunatic, giving me shivers on my back. “You see! Your world belongs to me! I can make you or break you. ” His words shook me to my core; this was happening, and I closed my eyes, hoping it was just another nightmare.I feel Mario touching my chin. As I look into his face, a scary glare is the only thing that I can see and it is worse than having a nightmare.