Mario Peach Novels & Stories

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

I rushed to get his order, while ignoring Millie giving me the evil eye. I placed a steaming mug of coffee before him. "What else can I get you, Don?" "Nothing." He said, "And its Mariano." "Huh? Mario Cart?” A flash of extreme annoyance on his face. "Mariano. My name is Mariano, Isabelle." I shivered. The way my name rolled off of his tongue was a sin. Oh God. Jesus Christ, Izzy. Calm your boobies. "Your name isn't Don?" I asked stupidly.

the one I can't ignore "Nemooooo!!!!!!" I suddenly turned my gaze to Peach . "What the hell ?? Didn't i tell you to forget about it ?" She figured it out . "Okay fruit " i said "Hey !! Don't call me a fruit! !" she yelled and i hiss at the loudness "Well ...thats exactly what you are ?" I chuckled . "Ok ...nemooo" I sighted . "Don't call me that !!" She giggled They call me nemo ...

PIETRO GIACOMETTI Peaches thinks she broke last night, she is currently thinking of how she lost control but she has no idea and no clue that she was still far from losing control. She was still far from the things I had ready for her and she was totally unprepared for the amount of control she would lose over herself and the amount I would lose over her.

I step to the couch with slow steps, like a mosquito lulled in by the light, drinking in all of it and sitting down next to him. I’m still holding on to the plush unicorn, captured by the entertainment system as Giovanni hands me one of the consoles. “Do you want to play Mario Kart?”

******************* ALONG THE HALLWAY Mario walked along the hallway as he took out his phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and placed his phone in his ear. "Boss," a male voice said over the phone. "Julio," "Yes, boss?" the male voice answered. "I need you to check up on someone for me," Mario said. "Yes, boss," "I will send you her name and her picture," Mario said. "A she?" "Yes," "Alright boss," Mario hung up as he continued walking. He looked ahead, and he saw Mimi walking towards a door he recognized as Lucas'.

Their eyes meeting and the relief that washed over him knowing that his Luna was alive. Marcel then he turned to me. Seeing the water at my feet Bent over. Crying out as another contraction tore through me. Maria rushed to my side, holding me upright, wanting me to lay down in front of the bench. His face changed. Not fury. Not rage. Fear. “Lia…” “They’re coming,”

This is so not good. Mario, the left side of his face covered in an ugly green bruise, crouches down to my level and grabs a handful of my hair, wrenching my head back. "I want my diamonds, bitch. Where are they?" Mario's black suit wrinkles as he leans into my face, each of his slicked back black hairs in place. My head screams in pain as he loosens his grip and then pulls back more. "Mario..." I stammer over my words, "I don't... have... any–"

He gave the red rose to Adira and she accepted it with whole heart, since the little boy is so lovely. “Mario asked me to give it to you,” the boy informed before he suddenly ran away, since he finished his job. “Mario?” Adira murmured. “Who is Mario?” Adira lifted her gaze. As soon as she did, she saw a mascot looking at her. It is Mario from Super Mario game. “Oh? It’s really Mario,” Adira said with a laugh. Feeling delighted at the gift she received, Adira walked closer to the mascot who was still staring at her.

she chirped in. Someone screamed “Mario, Tyson” from somewhere below and he turned to us. “Gotta run my people” Mario said already jogging away while Tyson held eye contact with me before nodding polite at my Mom and I, retreating with Mario. The game messed me up, every move, expression, every damn single thing Mario did on the pitch messed with me. I was having a big time hiding my hard-on stuck in between my Mom and a blonde girl beside me. The butt plug at this point had become a part of me, I couldn't even feel the hilt anymore.