Mario Vs Crash Novels & Stories

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.

Mario said pleasantly, pulling up a chair and sitting backward on it like we were about to have a friendly chat. "Beautiful morning, isn't it? Though I suppose you can't tell down here." Neither man responded. I stayed by the wall, arms crossed, letting Mario take the lead. This was his specialty, after all. Where I was fire and fury, Mario was ice and precision. Where I broke things, Mario dissected them. "Now," Mario continued, his voice still conversational, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I prefer easy. Less mess. Less screaming. Less explaining to do afterward."

"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?"

“You won’t die so easily, I just want to confirm a suspicion.” Immediately, the words left my mouth; the car crashed into ours from behind. “Shit!” Mario cursed and stepped on the accelerator pedal. Bullets rang in the air, and the window beside me shattered; some of the splinters slashed into my neck, and I gasped out as my heart shrank in pain. “Stop! Stop!” I gasped out at Mario who was racing down the lane. I clenched my neck, which was bleeding profusely, as I tugged desperately on Mario’s sleeve.

“Tell me about the pregnancy. Please.” Beth gave me a small nod. “Okay. So I was saying…” But before she could finish, there was a loud crash that made Beth and I freeze. We didn’t say anything. We both shot to our feet and rushed toward the sound. Down the stairs. Out the back door. And then I saw it. Mario was on top of Jackson, one knee pressed into his chest, his fist flying over and over. There was blood. Jackson’s face was already a mess, but Mario didn’t stop. His breathing was rough.

"What's going on? Mario, you're a level three warrior king. Who can beat you like this? Did you offend a powerful upper family from this city?" Mario shook his head helplessly. "No. Missus Surina was bullied so she brought us to get her revenge. But that kid was too strong. I think he's as strong as a level five warrior king. But I don't know if he's a level five warrior king or not. But he's definitely stronger than me!" "A level five warrior king!" The Great Elder's mouth twitched a few times. He was the strongest in the mansion but he was just a level four warrior king. Thus if what Mario said was true, he could not defeat the guy too.

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

I pretend to think about it, "Mario Ramirez, come here." Rio snorts and starts shaking his head as soon as he sees Mario approaching. Mario is the smallest, he's even shorter than Rio. Rio should take the easy way out I'm offering him, but of course his ego won't let him. I close my eyes in stress as soon as I see his chest popping out. "I want to fight an Alpha, please," he says. Mario rolls his eyes, he's too used to being looked down on at this point to be phased. He tries to walk away, but I stop him.

Bruno's men fought their way through the building, and soon they reached the main room. Bruno and his team stormed into the room, guns blazing. De Mario and his men were caught off guard, and they quickly fell to the ground, dead or wounded. Bruno and his team advanced on De Mario, who was the only one left standing. "De Mario," Bruno said. "It's over. You're finished." De Mario smiled. "Is that so?" he said. "We'll see about that." De Mario raised his gun and fired, but Bruno was too quick for him. He ducked behind a table, and the bullet whizzed past his head. De Mario fired again, but Bruno was able to dodge the bullet again.

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”