Mario On My Block Novels & Stories

"I'm ready for war, Mario, it's no more play time." Nick was fuming as he said those words. He looked at Mario who was still crouched down on the floor. "Are you ready?" Nick asked him. "Darn, ask me that again," Mario replied without interest. Nick was angry and stamped on Mario, but to his surprise, his feet went through Mario's body and he felt a cold hand on his neck strangling him. Mario disappeared from the floor and as Nick turned back, he noticed that it was Mario strangling him.

The door soon creaked open and Mario walked into the room with something in his hands, he walked over to the side of the room and openeded the window revealing the very clean and dark room, all though it was dark and scary it still looked neat and manly. "Please my prince let me go." Lara begged as she stared at him. He gently walked over to her with a blue rose in his hands and sat done next to her on the bed. "I don't know much about women and didn't know how to express my feelings in the right way so don't get scarred of me." Mario said and stared at her face. "But..but you slapped me... You nearly kill me... I can't marry you, you may hurt or kill me someday if I make you angry!"

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.

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.

Deciding on a whim, I walked to the toilet and slid the ceramic lid of the water storage and before I could think twice I dumped the gun in the water. And just then I heard the bedroom door open outside, I almost let out a startled squeak when Mario called out for me. “In here!” I turned to wash my hands, focusing on the white suds as I tried to calm my harshly beating heart. Mario appeared on the bathroom doorway and asked, “I am going for a short nap before I start for dinner. Do you need anything?” I shook my head and said, “No. I am fine.” When I turned around he stared at me for a minute and said, “You have color in your cheeks. I’m glad that you are settling.”

Aaron stared at the flimsy-looking furniture, wondering about its safety. “You really have never done this, have you?” Zoey smirked. “Don’t worry, the chair won’t bite.” “Guess Mario doesn’t know what’s up after all,” said Aaron under his breath. “Did somebody say my name?” Aaron closed his eyes, pressed his lips into a smile, and turned around. “Hey Mario, buddy! Come and sit down for a sec.” “I thought you didn’t go to these kinds of places without like 10 bodyguards or something,” said Mario, giving Aaron a suspicious look.

The room fell silent, with all eyes on me, and I understood their shock. As someone who doesn't care about anyone outside of my family, my actions seemed suspicious, to say the least. I continued eating my dessert, unfazed by the attention. My dad cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We all know Mario is very possessive of his properties," he said with a scoff, and the room erupted into laughter. Jose nodded in agreement, chuckling. "I remember when he was 12, he beat up the boy who asked Namiro to be his friend." The laughter grew louder, but Leonardo's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression disbelieving.

Tyler "Well, we've done as you asked. What more do you want?" Mario, the surly butthead, asked, his voice dripping with skepticism. He should have shown that skepticism when I first tasked them with wrecking his nephew's home and possibly scaring off his girlfriend. However, neither of these two filthy, greedy, and super annoying individuals bothered to ask a single question about it.

His eyes, which were as cold as ice, met mine for a second before he looked at Mario. “Do you really believe that a spoiled brat like herself is going to be of any good for any of us?” He asked, and Mario took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to stop the nonsense that you are doing and you are going to be working with one another as you are supposed to. I am not going to be taking no for an answer, and if any of you doesn’t like it, please, by all means, there are hundreds of walls around; choose the one that you like and bang your head against it.” He said, looking between the two of us. “And when you are done with the banging, come and meet in the library.”

The sex slave struggle to do so but finally close her eyes shut and swallow hard while flinching her face in disgust. "Good girl." Mario said while patting her head. "Now get out!" he ordered. She quickly jumps out of bed butt naked and runs out of the room without any clothes on. She just wrapped her hands over her boobs for some coverage. Mario grabs a cigarette and lights it while he enjoys his morning. Then the phone rings again. It was the Colombian cartel. "Hey commander, how are you doing?" The caller asked. "Same old." Mario replied while releasing out smoke from his mouth