Mario Sheetmusic Novels & Stories

He was holding a few files as he walked in. “Good evening, Master, I suppose you’re having a great time here. Here, these files require your attention,” Mario handed those to me, I started going through with the components. He stood with his hand-tied together. I immediately picked up my pen after inquiring about any possible mistakes but when I found none, I signed away each and handed him back, waiting for him to step out if there wasn’t anything to discuss.

His was just to follow. He pressed down the keys and began to play as his soul led him. Surprisingly, he wasn't playing low tune keys, or depressing bass tunes, the music that came out of the piano was light and cheery. His lips curved up in a smile, he himself astonished at what he was playing. Suddenly, the door came open. Without stopping the music, Williams twisted his neck to check who it was. Mario stood by the door staring at him speechless. Then he began to take slow cautious steps toward him.

Worried that something had happened to her. Choosing to sit for a moment on a chair right in front of the dressing table, Mario was still busy trying to make contact. Even took the initiative to send a short message to Aurora. Mario : Honey... where are you? I've been home since earlier, Do I need to pick you up? I'm afraid something happened to you. After sending the message, Mario intended to get up and get ready to clean up. However, before he could stand up, his eyes caught something that slightly disturbed his vision. From his eyes, he saw a piece of paper folded neatly and deliberately tucked under a perfume bottle with such a striking color.

she asked with a small frown and got but to work in Mario nodded and rose to his feet and walked to her, pulled out a chair, and prompt down opposite Sia "Are you one of those obsessive women who had some one-night stand with an unknown man and ends up falling for him the next day?" he said his words nonchalantly such that Sia didn't know how to react to Mario's sarcastic terms, she knew how Mario never held back anything and went on and said whatever his brain thought of, and now he was doing just that "What are you trying to say?"sia asked with irritation and Mario chuckled as if her words were so funny but when sia looked up at him with a death glare he zipped his mouth and pretended to t

It was slightly difficult for both Queena and Mango to meet Kolton as he was enraged now. Mango was not in a hurry either. She took Marrisa's music sheets and started to review them. She could tell how that Marrisa had a hard time learning music through her compositions. "However, Marrisa could be considered a genius in the music industry. She had only relied on a music sheet given to her by Kolton to cultivate her current achievements. Mango had to admit that she really admired her." "After looking at the music sheet for a moment, Mango was exhausted." She informed Queena before she went to bed.

Mario had been in his room since he left Isabella. He took a quick shower and changed his clothes, then sat behind the mahogany desk in the corner of his room. In contrast to Antonio's room, his room was an entire opposite. The walls were painted white, and white curtains covered the windows entirely. The large four poster bed was covered in white and gold duvet and sheets. Mario retrieved a folded document from the desk and brought out a pile of files from within it. A list of names were written on the file, and next to the names were boxes. Some of the boxes were ticked.

I still wanted to talk to her and I would when we were done here. I spotted Mario there, his eyes were on table and they had that same look in them, as if he was seeing through me at that very moment. I could see and feel that he was angry probably because of all he had seen but I didn't care. It didn't matter to me if he was angry or sad. All this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't cheated. The music that was playing changed into a different one that was obviously for dancing. Rhein stood up, putting everything aside and extended his hand for me to take.

My fist clenched as I looked up at Mario, who was now leaning against his desk, watching me. "What the hell is this rubbish written in the number three term?" I demanded, holding out the paper. "What's the meaning of this? What do you mean by this?" Mario shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, it's as it's written there." “Well, I'm sorry, but I can't do this!" I exclaimed, attempting to rip the paper. However, Mario's low growl stopped me in my tracks. He began to advance towards me with an angry stride. Just as I thought he was about to reach me, he stopped halfway and a sinister smirk like that night spread across his face.

I looked ahead, making my heart drop in terror as I held the sheets close to my chest. Mario is seated on the couch in a relaxed form, holding out my ripped panties in his fingers. What the..... "Ma....Mario?" I breathed. "How was your night, baby?" he asked with a smirk. Oh God. "From the look of things...." he paused, looking at my ripped panties in his fingers and looked back at me. I gulped in terror. "I think you had a pretty great time," he added. God, what is he doing here?

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!"