Mario Vs Crash Novels & Stories

Cicio watched Mario, almost the same age as himself, walk with an invisible crown on his head, wondering how to get to the top of the world like Mario. After a quick dinner near the Pescatore residence, Cicio wandered around. A bunch of street punks came across him and decided to make fun of his imperfect Italian. Light-hearted jokes escalated to fistfights because of Cicio’s sense of dignity, but he lacked physical strength at that age to fight five punks. He got beaten up, left bleeding in the street. It was Mario who came out of the house and took him inside. Mario asked Cicio to be taken care of, his wounds to be treated, and made sure the punks learn the lesson.

"I saw the door move when the lights came back on. I am not stupid!" "I see..." Michael nodded. He wanted to add something else but his eyes found the gun Mario had been aiming for just a couple of yards between them. If he jumped, he could reach it first. But Mario saw it too and he had the exact thoughts. As if on cue, they both lunged for the gun, but Michael was closer to the gun. He had barely grabbed the gun on the ground when a sharp kick landed on his chin. He was stunned and collapsed on the ground. Mario effortlessly picked up the gun and pointed it at Michael.

He was sprinting towards the gate but John managed to grab him before he reached it. They fell onto the ground and wrestled. All the training for the movie was put to use. He punched the guy in the face, he fought back. They rolled on the driveway pavement and tried to overpower each other. John had the upper hand, he was much taller and well trained. He punched him again on the face, his nose was bleeding this time.

Drinking down the warm cornflakes in fast gulps, I grabbed my head in my hands and sighed. A very horrible headache decided to wake me up from a very short sleep. °°°°°° After giving Michael my number I headed back inside the bar to get Abu and Amara as it was almost 1:00am. As I walked into the bar, the people who witnessed my little brawl with the drunk man kept staring at me till it got unnerving. I was almost shouting at them to go get a life but I dismissed the thought the moment it came through. I've had enough drama for the night.

he retorted and pushed me to the wall to have his way. Everything happened so fast and I couldn't figure out how Fernando got to us and hit Mario and he went flying to the floor. My eyes widen in shock as I stared at Mario's nose bleeding profusely, I gape at the two of them on the floor as Fernando straddle on Mario. "How dare you hit me?!" Mario sneers at Fernando and Fernando gripped his shirt and pins him down to the floor. "I would have done more than this, but that's not why I'm here" Fernando replies calmly.

"Amore, I heard you're great at driving yachts. You can even do those beautiful S-curves. Could you show me?" Antonio was eager to please Camilla after what she'd been through. The next second, he grabbed the yacht's wheel and made a sharp turn. Camilla let out a startled cry and fell into Antonio's arms with the momentum. At the same time, a massive wave slammed into my face. Salty seawater rushed into my nose. I choked and coughed, but the moment my head broke the surface, all I heard was Camilla's worried voice. "Amore, you scared me to death. What if I'd fallen into the ocean? You turned so sharply that Signora Gatti's choking on water. If we both drowned, who would you save? Me or her?"

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

***Scarlett*** James ducked, dodging the incoming punch with a speed nearing that of lightening. His feet smashed into the man’s chest. The cracking sound gave way to a terrifying groan. The second guy runs to his friend’s rescue but James was too fast and didn’t grant him that privilege. “If you had listened to me. Your friend wouldn’t have ended up with broken ribs.” James snapped his neck so effortlessly that I began to wonder if he snaps necks every day.

Mitchell, don't you like spending time with me? Okay, now they are sounding like couples who don't get along well. Well, she's acting like she's dating him. I'm just gonna go. "Um, seems you guys are kinda a hot cake right now. I'm just gonna go." I stood up before I get contaminated with... crankiness. "Ari, come on, come be my partner," I heard Dante say, and I turned to him. Partner for what? "For what?" "The games. We have bottle flip, three-legged race, couple sack race, and many more."

Even with the gag, Mario screams loudly and agonizing. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, it hurts! Mario’s screams between painful and indecipherable grunts. The sound of the blade crashing against the bone was clean and quick. The blood that gushed out with the impact of the clean cut seemed like a small pond spring. The filthy hand drops off the floor and rolls at Asher's feet.