Mario Peach Novels & Stories

Mario kissed hard on my neck, leaving a hickey. I couldn’t answer from the pain, and his grip became harder. I wasn’t really sure if he was asking or simply mocking me. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Reminding me to answer right away. I felt my cheeks burning as I spoke. “Mario, I didn’t take you for a person who would be such a sentimental loser”-my face clearly states that this was a joke in an attempt to suppress my fear of what was to come. Another hard punch on my tummy. I feel acid is coming out of my mouth! And I coughed hard! My body is slammed and crouching on the floor. I could briefly breathe from the pain.

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

Elias smiled and said: “Sorry guys, I went a bit fast!” The boy looked up at his master respectfully: "Yes, I keep up with you, prince." Lily glanced at the boy and said, “My son is not. You slow down for me.” "Okay, okay, I'll go slow and wait for you two." Elias was born with a magical power, so even if he walked slowly, it was equal to other people following him. Lily gasped: "I'm not going, you two go first, I'll be back later."

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.

I see now that humans are telling the truth when they say that a traumatizing moment is harder to forget than a pleasant one. Mikhail’s illustration is eerily accurate. Once I approve it, he sends the picture to Mathias. We part ways soon after with the promise to meet up again at the end of the week. I don’t know how, but somehow Mikhail convinced me to come over and play some kind of human video games. As Azazel and I turn in the other direction, I lean close and ask. “What are Mario Brothers?” Azazel laughs. “It’s an incredibly entertaining game where this cartoonish, Italian plumber fights through dangerous obstacles so that he may save his true love.”

“I’m the only one you brought back.” “Exactly,” Slate said, a small smile forming on his perfect lips. “Princess Nya, you’re the donation.”

It wasn't the sight of the grilled steaks and sauce that had her swallowing. No. It wasn't. Not that she hadn't found it yummy but something more yummier had her swallowing hard. Her breathing rose to another crescendo with every delicate octave of the orchestra. Shannon walked towards the freezer, pulling out a bottle of chilled water. "Hey," Shannon spoke, acknowledging the male who hadn't seemed to notice them come in. He had been too engrossed in whatever he was doing. Marcel had black suit pants on, he was completely shirtless. He was lean but pads of rock hard muscles defined his chest and arms. Everything was perfectly contoured like a pair of skillful hands had crafted them, his shou

Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking. “You are right about that one,” Luna Claudia said, and Mario wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. He looked at Ezra who was standing on the windowsill from the outside, staring out at the people. It was a habit that he often had, a trick that he taught me whenever he wanted to run was to jump out of these heights, and though I knew that I might never be as good as he was, I knew that he was impressed by how fast I learned. But then again, having a father like mine, despite not telling me who he was, I was still forced to train, athletically at least.

“A billion?” Mario repeated with wide eyes in disbelief. ‘Using ZoomMeet?’ He folded his arms across his chest. ‘Can you not make so many excuses if you really want to be with Pasaraya? It's okay with me too." Mario chuckled. ”Sooner or later, I'll find out who you're really dating.” It felt like King didn't just want to swear, but to hit Mario on the head with the placemat in front of him. Unfortunately, if he did that, his mother could go on a rampage like a lion.

********** Meanwhile back home at the St Ann hospital… Beep beep beep… The sound of the life support machine continues to feel up commander Mario's room. Suddenly Mario opens up his eyes like the undertaker who had just seen a ghost. The machine lets out an annoying squeak sound till Mario ripped out the cables connected to him. Then it stopped, and he sat up like nothing ever happened to him. "I need to get to Panama." Commander Mario exclaimed with his veins popping out in anger