Mario Vs Crash Novels & Stories

he cursed. The Old Man's corners of lips twitched, “I am not certain, Boss” Mario was infuriated, he stood on his feet and his palm landed on the Old Man's face. Smack! “Incompetent, go and capture that bastard!” he yelled, pointing his finger at the Old Man's face. “Yes, Boss Mario” the Old Man bowed and left. Boss Mario swept the bottles on the table, and they landed on the floor, shattering into different sizes shards.

he replied. "Too bad"Diego said crossing his legs on the chair. "Maybe I haven't made a proper introduction, that's why you don't understand -" "I don't care, who you are "Diego said. "You are speaking to Mario Kart "he replied, getting angry. "Okay "Diego replied. "Do you know what it means to anger Mario Kart!?"he asked with his voice rising. "No", Diego said. "It means-" "I don't care "Diego quickly cut him off.

These guys didn't appear to possess a single penny, so how on earth could Jacob have borrowed anything, let alone money, from people who seemed financially strapped themselves? It was fucking absurd. "Excuse me?" Before I could grasp the situation, Luigi seized a nearby chair and hurled it towards the television. My eyes widened in shock, and I instinctively flinched, pressing myself against the door as the TV crashed to the ground, shattering into countless pieces. Meanwhile, Mario emerged from the kitchen, delivering a forceful blow with his foot, pulverizing what remained of the TV set. They allowed me no time to react, swiftly moving on to the next target—the dining table. Mario marched

His first shot hit the windscreen and the Mafia brothers dodged immediately. “Son of a bitch,” Leo cursed. “Get him now!!” Leo yelled and drove faster to be almost at a parallel line with them. Mateo ignoring the rush of the wind on his face, he set the rifle and aimed for the front tire but once again Marco outsmarted them and turned the steering wheel to the right, therefore crashing the front of their car with the back of his own and pushing them to the side. Leo had quickly matched the brakes but that resulted in the car making a 360 turn in the middle of the road. Marco quickly sped off, giving them a distance before they could regain balance.

Again, it did not do anything. “Tch!” Despite all he said, Rain did not have an idea on how to win this fight. He didn’t have the power to break through Noso’s armour. (I can’t let something like this stop me. My target is to overcome those Scarlett elites. This guy can’t even be compared to them!) Crash! Noso crashed into the tunnel’s wall. It pulled itself out soon after. “Nice try. You can try as much as you want, but unless you can somehow even scratch my armour, you can’t win.”

Mario is focused on his phone, typing on his screen as Adrian stares at him. "How is it going?" Adrian asked. Mario let out a sigh. "Pretty well. Ish." He said without looking at Adrian. "How are you?" Adrian asked. Mario looked at him. Adrian awaited an answer. "Oh, you really want to know?" Mario asked. Adrian didn't respond. "I didn't know you were that concerned about me. You have a girlfriend that makes you very happy," Mario said, smiling. Adrian kept staring at him. "The one you stole from me," Mario said, frowning.

"What do you want?" Mario's frown intensified. "You shut your tiny mouth and follow me." André hissed. "Fuck off." Oh ohhh. Another wrong move. Before he could process what was happening, Mario shot at his foot. André cried out in pain as Mario signaled for two other men to carry him out. He tried fighting them but it was of no use. ***

Soon Alessandro and Luca are also peeking through the door, and walking in all with smirks on their faces. Alessandro blatantly gawks at my appearance, with his mouth wide open. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I almost got shot in the head,” Mario says pushing up Alessandro’s lowered chin. “That’s it! All of you out! Now!” Marcel yells. I find a book sitting on the table and chuck it at him, this time not missing as it slams into his head. He looks at me seething, and starts to walk toward me but I wasn’t having any of it.

Mario, however, remained remarkably calm as if he had been expecting this unceremonious entrance. Lorenzo moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance between them in two long strides. He grabbed Mario by the collar, pulling him up, then unleashed a brutal barrage of punches. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, Mario’s head snapping back with every impact. Lorenzo didn’t stop until he was satisfied and until Mario sagged limply in his grasp. Then, he shoved him away and Mario crumpled to the floor.

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.