Mario If He Real Novels & Stories

Because she saw Damian's mediocre response. Damian shook his head, “My guards are still searching. From the information I got, Mario is still in a neighboring country,” replied Damian who was almost desperate. “You're wrong, it's a waste of time. Mario is actually in this city. I'm sure he wants to free his family.” Sira tilted her head, and looked at Damian's face seriously. Damian reflexively sat up, “Where do you know that?” His face showing curiosity, Damian was somewhat interested in Sira's statement.

And looked over at lily who was trying to wrap her head around the new information. Mario is not an angel but he also is not in mafia he is the son of Eros's accountant who is present here. Mario is the type of guy who will be the most friendliest person until you so something that can trigger his anger and He can become worst nightmare for someone who dare to trigger him. Mario sensed that like still isn't clear about the sex thing so he did what was the most logical thing to do. He pulled up his phone and searched basic sex education on his phone and handed it to lily.

It might help him to stay young. "Mario, I know this is a big misunderstanding. I am tired now for long interrogation. I just want to find my mate. I promise not to kill you and your brother if you tell me where he's hiding my mate." I said. I actually feel bad after hearing his side. I'm cruel before, I know. But now, I don't have time to fight for the information. I need to talk to them first before I decide what to do next. "You're lying." Mario shouted.

Is this a joke? "I'll take responsibility, Aurora," Mario said again. If necessary, I will marry you right now." "Are you crazy?" said Aurora with a look of displeasure. "Don't think that because we both have slept together, I want to marry you, Mario. Are you deaf too? I've often told you that you're not a man who fits my criteria. So don't even dream that I'll agree to marry you." Mario shook his head. He just kept trying to convince the woman next to him.

“I was just being curious.” “About me?” I asked him incredulously. “We hardly said anything before and now you’re suddenly interested in what’s going on in my life?!” Mario smirked. “I wasn’t here for that. I know everything about you even when you don’t know anything about me.” I raised one brow. “That’s creepy, dude.”

I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, only to jump slightly at the gentle touch on my shoulder. Mario. “You okay?” he asked quietly. I bit my lip, unsure how to answer. Physically, I was fine. But emotional, I wasn't. “I’m alright,” I said finally, then glanced up at him with a faint smirk. “What about you? How’s your busted lip?” He shrugged, barely reacting. “Never been better.” I chuckled at the deadpan expression on his face. This was so Mario; unshaken, unreadable, like the world could fall apart and he’d just blink.

Already, his guards were already inside the house with their guns out. " This is a deal, Mario," I said. " You've got a pretty wife. I have great ideas about her. If I acted like a fool and you're clean, you become the boss. But if you're found guilty, your wife becomes mine. I fúck her before your eyes. What do you say?" Mario took a swing at me but I dodged it. He was a bad boxer. He wasn't fit enough to throw a good punch but that doesn't mean he wasn't serious about it.

"How close are you to finding Mario?" "I received a message from Tristan while we were on our way over here," I told him. "He has a lead. Mario will be back in the city this weekend from wherever he's been hiding. I told him to let me know as soon as he knows more." "And you're absolutely positive your pain in the ass brother has no idea his fiancée is actually dead. Because if you walk into another trap, Luca, it'll be you who's dead. Your brother won't miss a second time."

Frozen is an understatement of how I felt when he said these things. He had more on the way. “I see you, and I can tell you like me, but you’re holding back. Suppressing these feelings.” His honesty was so appealing that I believe if someone else had told me about this human being known as Mario Princeton, I would have taken it as a half-truth. People like Mario are only seen on television, not in real life, and I am fortunate to have his attention. “Don’t get too cocky now.” He smiled.

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.