Mario Peach Novels & Stories

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.

Mario started his motorcycle and rode off at full speed. . . . Upon arriving home. Mario got off his motorcycle. He grabbed his phone and immediately called his dad. Mario's parents were quite influential, owning a majority of shares in several coal mining companies in Kalimantan. The call connected. "Hello, what's up?" Mr. Erwin greeted. He was disturbed by the phone call from his son during working hours. "Do you know Joe Sebastian, Dad?" Mario asked. "I've heard of him, why?" his dad asked back.

I noticed my kids were being unusually partial with Mario because this wasn't how they'd conducted their previous interviews. I heard Mario laugh slightly from across us, and then he stood up, his massive frame towering over the room. "My name is Mario Bianchi, Mister Liam," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. "That's a great name. You can sit," Paul said, his voice authoritative. Ava stood up, clearing her throat to get everyone's attention. "Now, the first question is: do you love us?" she asked, her eyes on Mario. Mario's response was immediate and unequivocal. "Yes, very much, Miss Sage. All of you."

I just knew it. "Are you ok?" Peach queried. He shrugged. "I'm fine." "Why are you standing there? Get something to mop the floor!" She said to me. I stared at her in disbelief. "Peach, she is going to be the future Luna, she is not a maid." Rian said stiffly.

I looked down at the hand that was now on my elbow. “I’m not going to let go of this hand. Get pissed if you want to. I need to speak with you.” Mario scratched his brow. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed all of your sassiness.” He smiled sweetly. And from the way he looked, as if he couldn’t hurt a fly, I could tell he used this puppy eyes look a lot, and it worked for him. Now he’s pulling it on me, and it’s about to perform. But I’m not about to make it simple. “I have things to do.”

Andy takes him by the collar of his shirt and squeezes him towards him, Mario doesn't even react, he didn't see it coming, while Keyra is perplexed “Let it go!” she can't help but scream, Andy recognizes her voice, nerves consume him, he was sure it was Keyra, he turns to look at her without letting go of Mario who was making a choking face, but from one moment to the next, taking advantage of the fact that Andy is distracted by Keyra's voice, Mario punches Andy in the stomach, leaving him breathless, he manages to get away from him and tries to recover.

It was a message from her. See? Shifty eyes. “Oh yeah, man, but they don’t just tell anybody. Snitches get stitches, you know,” said Mario, sniffing at the air in an attempt to look like he was hardened by the streets. He wasn’t. His family owned a chain of Italian restaurants. They were rolling in it. Zoey’s phone buzzed. It’s not polite to say stuff like that about my friends, Zo. Besides, they’re much more frog-like, especially when he does that squinting thing he just did.

How to make her laugh and how to get her on his bed. And also, why does she look so pissed off? That's hot too. Defiant girls were his weakness. The chase made him feel alive. Girls who didn't fall at his feet were a sport. (M) Mario The quietest weapon in the group. Mario was the one you didn't notice until it was too late. Tall. Lean. Glasses he didn't need but wore anyway because it made people underestimate him. Always in neutral colours. Beige. Grey. White. Black.

My little prince, once so untouchable, now carried the evidence of my claim hidden under his expensive suit. I switched feeds and watched him climb into a cab, then followed him through the city until he reached Vane Capital. He walked into my building like he belonged there. He kept his head high and his back straight, but I saw the slight hitch in his gait. The way he favored one side. Perfect.

Elijah teased, raising an eyebrow as his smirk appeared once again. Shaking her head, Peach bit her lower lip slightly before whispering, "No..." "Well, I don't have one either," Elijah confessed, running a hand through his hair. Looking sideways, at Ryan, Matt, James, and Rookie, Peach hesitated, feeling sheepish and unsure whether to ask or not. After a few seconds, Peach took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and blurted out, "Well, last night you said you don't know Syldavia that well, so..."