Mario Peach Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

MIA Mr Peacock was preparing me for Pandemonium when my door opened, and Peach walked in. “Hey girlfriend!” She dragged her words in excitement. “Why is the Peach so Peachy?” Mr Peacock asked her. “Well that's because I'm five thousand dollars richer! Yes!” She pumped a fist in the air, as she waved a check around. “How'd you get five thousand?” I laughed at her jubilee dance. “I sold the watch of course,” she drew closer to me. “Fifteen grand like I said.”

Inez protested, pouting playfully. “Let them see … This CEO belongs to someone. It’ll make your fake fans back off, Nez. Including that William. Hahaha,” Mario replied, still passionately moving within her. “Aarghh … Mario, I’m coming again!” Inez exclaimed as another wave of orgasm crashed over her relentlessly. “Later, ask your maid to mop the floor, Nez. It’s pretty messy down here … you’re just overflowing. How was it, good?” Mario teased, seeing that she looked truly exhausted.

25 years ago: The Past: Mario P.O.V: We weren’t friends per se. You see, I was the popular jock, and I was mean to one girl. That girl was the biggest loser with big glasses and braces, but all under that, I was in love with her.

Mario said, his voice a low purr, "what brings the mighty Alpha Jack to an old man like me tonight.” Jack took a deep breath and leaned in closer, his voice hushed. "Mario, I am sure you must have heard everything that’s been going on. And everything that Leonardo Durante has been doing." Mario's eyes glinted with intrigue. "And what can I do to help?"

"Mario, I'm going to go get her. I have no weapons on me, but here I am again trying to save her life while risking my own." "You don't have much time, Josh!" Mario yelled. "For all we know, she could be dead by now! Get a move on!" Hanging up the phone without a goodbye or a thank you, I directly went to the motorcycle again and sped off quickly. Increasing my speed with every chance, I weaved through the cars and headed for the bridge again back to Little Haiti.

“Are you joking? I wasn’t even sure how I managed to stay alive.” “The big boss won’t kill you. You’re a good asset, he won’t let you die if he thinks you’re still useful.” He stood and walked towards the fridge and when he came back, he had frozen peas in one hand. “Here.” He handed the bag of frozen peas and I shoved it against my back where it hurt most. “I prefer peas over anything else.” Mario shrugged. “They fit better to my back, knees, or shoulder, and when they’re hard they kinda massage my muscles like cold beads.”

"Perfect maam Snow because we're about to play. Wanna join?" "Of course, you don't have to ask me that." I beamed. "Hi kids! I am Snow. Snow Waterstrings." Mario looked at them. "Ate Snow. Ate Snow tawag nyo sakanya, okay?" (Ate Snow. Ate Snow should be the name you'll call her okay?") "Okay!" They all agreed and now releases their grip to Mario.

It took every bit of resolve in him to stop him from tearing that man limb to limb. Michelle knew Mario and not in a good way. Mario had tried his luck with her and it only made her want to kill him even more. He had a great physique and a particularly handsome face but Michelle’s status in the mansion was no secret. It was a ballsy thing to do. Seeing Mario so scared for his life gave her an orgasmic feeling.

He instinctively went after her, split second later, but was pushed back by some unfamiliar faces in the bar. For starters, Mario was a six-foot-five, broad shouldered, well-chiseled slithering god. Slithering was Jack's way of qualifying him, because for one, he always had a way with women, plus he had some sexual appeal to his person, more than his best friend ever would. "Slithering." Mario chuckled again, savoring the sound of the words in his dirty, gorgeous head. His smile soon disappeared as he watched the girl swing her finger again in his direction. No one had ever called him 'a dirty big thing' until now.