Mario And Princess Peach Married Novels & Stories

she shyly replied, and she smiled awkwardly because of the sound her tummy made. Thereafter, they are facing each other while eating pizza at the dining table. "So, we're married," she suddenly spoke while eating and staring at him. "Yeah," he briefly answered, and stopped eating to look at her. "When?" she curiously asked. "Last month. May 25, in the church, at 1 pm," he replied quickly so, she won't speculate a thing. To be continued...

"It was nothing but a bunch of spam messages. I've already deleted everything. Cameron and I are ancient history." Early the next morning, as Julius and I were heading out to see my parents, we ran into Cameron at the entrance. When Cameron saw our intertwined fingers, a look of genuine shock crossed his face for the very first time. He stared at me with a complicated expression, his voice hoarse. "You… Gwen, did you really get married? Do you have any idea how mad your parents are?" With a smile, I casually flashed my diamond ring at him. "We did. What can I say? When one meets the right person, things naturally move quickly. We have things to do and don't have time for your drama. Move."

"It's the path of destiny of the Almighty. Everything has its own path. I just hope I can spend more time with you, Dear." Mario kissed his wife's lips tenderly. "Hopefully this destiny of love belongs to both of us, Inez ... I still want more, is that okay, Sweetheart?" he asked, looking at Aunt Inez's face. "I'm yours, Dear. Of course, it's okay," Aunt Inez answered, laughing. Since marrying Aunt Inez, Mario's habit of waking up early had changed somewhat; he hated when morning arrived. He wanted to constantly hold his wife's body. However, he had to give in because his wife was a career woman who led a national-class company.

He crawled forward, reaching desperately for my skirt. "Alicia! I knew you still cared for me!" He lifted the face that had once been handsome, now marred by scars, his voice choked with emotion. "That wretch deserved her fate! How could I have been so blind as to be fooled by her… Alicia, do you remember?" His voice trembled, eyes glimmering with desperate hope. "That spring, beneath the peach tree, we swore an oath. You said you would marry no one but me…" He reached a filthy hand toward my skirt. "You said… as long as I returned, you would always be there…"

"Didn’t go to college. I’m twenty-four. Worked at KFC. Then I married Mario." Her jaw dropped. "No way. It's literally the storybook romance!" I just nodded, waiting for whatever ridiculous thing she was about to say next. "So that’s how it happened! The girls have been losing their minds over it! One day, Mario’s just our regular grumpy boss, and the next, he’s all, ‘Surprise, I’m getting married!’ Everyone was freaking out! It was insane!" She waved her hands in the air, still processing the scandal of Mario’s sudden marriage, and I decided right then that I liked her.

"W-wife? Wow, I apologize. I didn't know that you were already married; she is very beautiful, very suitable to be your companion." Melvin gave a forced smile. "We haven't been married long; we came for a honeymoon," Melvin explained. "Right, darling?" The man looked toward Danas, making the girl follow with a smile—naturally a forced smile. "W-we apologize for having interrupted your time. We will take our leave; please enjoy your honeymoon," said the man, then stepping away from there. Danas saw her husband's face, which was clearly emotional. Lunch was canceled because of that.

“I married you today.” She walked toward him, stopping so close he could feel her warmth, her presence grounding him completely. She lifted her hands, smoothing the lapels of his jacket. “You’ve been married to me for years,” she teased. “Yes,” he said immediately. “But today… Today the world knows you’re mine.” She raised an eyebrow. “Yours?” His hands settled gently at her waist. “And I’m yours. Completely.” The laughter faded between them, replaced by something deeper, heavier, and softer.

Therefore, even though he bailed on our six previous marriage registration plans with excuses, I never doubted him. I trusted our love so much that I thought getting married was just a matter of time. There was no rush. I never imagined the man who was so gentle with me was already someone else's husband. I swallowed the bitterness and continued to watch the video. It stretched as long as seven minutes. Photo after photo showed Piero and Vivian's childhood bond, his sadness when Vivian went abroad at 18, and their rekindled romance when she returned three years ago. It was a perfect love story of childhood sweethearts turning into a couple.

Near midnight, Carmilla sent a flood of new photos—hundreds of flight records showing Mario's secret trips to see her, and more of them in bed together, intimately entangled. The most painful part was one particular date—yesterday. Our wedding anniversary. Carmilla: [Dear sister, I'm coming home tomorrow. I just can't stop missing Mario.] I laughed bitterly, saved the photos, blocked her number, and lay awake till dawn. The fortune-teller had been wrong. Mario hadn't fallen in love with someone else in the seventh year of our marriage. He had loved her long before that.

Mario hissed, a smirk dancing at the corner of her lips. “What way?” I asked and he grinned. “It’s gonna be a surprise, leave the game to the planner, bro,” he said, patting my shoulder fondly. I smiled, feeling better. Well… there’s a way out of this somehow. I don’t care about how Mario does it, I just want to go back to chasing back my ex-wife once again. “Get your suit ready; your wedding is going to be on the headlines for months. It’s going to be the best,” Mario said and I grinned widely, understanding what his mischievous eyes were saying to me.