Novel & Cerita Mario From Super Mario Logan

This was our home, our people, and we weren’t going to let it fall, not while I could still stand, not while Elena was still breathing beside me. A blur broke past the warriors and lunged toward Elena—I turned, too slow—and that was when he appeared. Logan. He slammed into the rogue midair, sending both of them crashing to the ground. He looked like hell, face swollen, shirt torn, limping badly, but his eyes were sharp and locked on the enemy. “I didn’t come to steal your mate,” he said without looking at me, blood dripping from his lip, “I came to protect her.”

"Didn't she already tell you what damage you have done to me?" He just smirks and leaves with Mario following behind him, I don't know if Leo saw but Mario looked back at me before he left and had a really evil smirk on his face like he couldn't wait to get his hands on me. I really hope Leo doesn't share me with him. I fall into an awkward sleep, while my body is still healing itself.

Luigi had come there to get some takeout, we'd nodded at each other, and I'd spent hours explaning to Lan why Mariano's chaffeur could afford a Harley. He was also his bodyguard, I'd told him. And he was, for the majority of the day, yes. Mariano's mansion was guarded by brothers Semerin and Semerino and their huge team. I hadn't bonded with them yet, not like I had bonded with Luca, Antonio, or Carter. I made a mental note for that. I didn't like lying to Lan about the man I was seeing, but I finally understood the thrill of a forbidden romance. "Ice cream?" Lan asked as we settled down on his motorbike.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

One of them asked the man in front of me and he nodded before rising to his feet, "For now. Mr. Yuturo will be excited at the progress but the main task is smuggling her out. This is the Devil's City. Sneaking in is easier but leaving, it's suicidal" I initially wanted to remain quiet but their talk was just something I just could bye ignore anymore. "Who are you smuggling out? What the fvck are you talking about?" My ears are not messing with me, right? "Oh..." He cleared his throat and faced me, "Forgive us for the distraction, Princess. I'm Mario Kart, a distant relative of the Di Marco and these are my loyal men. We would spend hours knowing their name so right now I'm the important one"

"Logan?, what are you..'why is he kneeling before me now?, and despite my happiness, why can't l stop crying? Logan: Miley, my love.. -that small white box in his hand, is it what I think it is? "'what's happening?" l wish I could stop crying, am I mad? Kiara: daddy, ask her, or mummy will faint. "Kiara!!'my children chuckled, and Jaden, rose to embrace me. Logan: It's not easy princess, ha, I never imagined doing all this, but I'm grateful for your help, really...

His usual punctuality was a reliable constant, and it was hard to ignore the significance of this deviation. Logan sauntered into the kitchen, casting an amused grin in our direction. Logan's appearance is marked by a rugged and athletic physique, sculpted from his previous service as a Marine. Standing at an impressive height, his broad shoulders and lean frame command attention wherever he goes. Logan's chiseled jawline, framed by a faint shadow of facial hair, adds an alluring touch to his classic good looks. His hair is the color of deep chestnut, often slightly tousled but purposefully styled, giving him an air of casual confidence. His eyes, a captivating shade of blue, seem to hold a

Mario’s words, though unproven, resonated with a disturbing truth. Mario didn’t elaborate, simply stating, “Your connection to Lorenzo is no coincidence. Everything has been orchestrated by him.” He paused, then added, his voice laced with a subtle emphasis, “Only I can truly save you from him.” He made himself sound like my only hope, a beacon in the storm. Just then, a commotion erupted outside the room—shouts and a crash. Before I could react, the door burst open, slamming against the wall. Lorenzo stood there, a formidable, enraged presence. His eyes, usually cold, burned with an unholy fire. Mario, however, remained remarkably calm as if he had been expecting this unceremonious entrance

He was young, with sharp blue eyes and an easy smile that instantly put me on edge. "Well, well," he said, smirking. "Looks like we’ve got a warrior here. That’s a nasty burn. What happened?" "Accident," I muttered, not in the mood to explain curses and psychotic witches. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but didn't push. "I’m Logan, by the way. Let’s see what we’re dealing with." As he examined my arm, I felt my mates shift uneasily behind me. Kane’s glare could have melted steel. Zane crossed his arms, his stance tense. Dane was the calmest, but I could feel his protective energy radiating off him.

Logan starts celebrating. Cole nearly falls off the couch laughing. “This game is stupid!” “WELCOME TO MARIO KART!” Logan shouts. Five minutes later the race ends. And somehow— I come in second. Logan wins. Barely. The man acts like he just won the Super Bowl. “Yes!” He throws both arms into the air. “Greatness prevails!” “You won by half a second,” Bree says. “History won’t remember the details.” Cole stands dramatically. “I demand a rematch.”