Mario Vs Crash の小説・ストーリー

Ann replied sarcastically and Mario clenched his fist. “Why are you against me? We we’re all working towards one thing before..” “Don’t give me that crap, I know your main plan was to kill Roberto right from time, you tried to first time but didn’t succeed that’s why you became close to him, thinking it’ll be easier” Ann replied, grinning and Mario fumed, his nose flaring with anger. “Don’t try to be his Cinderella, it’s better you stay out of this or you would have nothing left to call your” Mario threatened.

I shoved him onto his back and slammed my fist into his face, feeling bone give and break under the impact. Now that felt good. I hit him again and again. Blood, his not mine, flew into the air as I kept hitting him. I paused and held my fist high, blood dripping from it. Mario was still conscious, but only barely. His face was a battered, bloody mess that was already starting to swell in some places. The beta was done for, but the urge to keep going and end him was so strong. My wolf howled, urging me on, but I didn’t move.

she says and kisses the bridge of my nose. "So what happened to Mario ?" "He is in a coma," I grimly say and she nods her head. "Comma, shit that's bad. I hope he'll be alright pretty soon," she says and tries to reassure me. "It's fine I guess, atleast he's not well you know- "Dead, yeah I get it. He'll be fine, don't worry. He's made of thick skin," she says and hugs me. I arch an eyebrow at her 'he's made of thick skin' response and get reminded when Marco said something about her.

Williams nodded. "I thought getting the new suit would steal some of your time. I'm impressed that you could drive all the way to Jegas in an hour and be back on time. You deserve some credit. You learn of me well." Williams said now facing Mario fully, with his left hand buried in his pocket. Seeing this cool pose, Mario took his hand and dipped it into his pocket also, he was still on his game of showing Williams he could beat all of his 'all-classy' skills. He would prove to him that he wasn't the fashion king after all.

The devastation was complete and heart-wrenching. Then, Cameron wired a massive sum of his company's funds into my company's account. It was a lifeline that pulled Levine Group back from the brink of bankruptcy. Presently, Jeffrey noticed my distraught state and a trace of guilt flickered in his eyes. He gestured for his bodyguards to release me. However, Melinda, seething with jealousy, interrupted him before he could speak. She detested any sign of his concern for me. As I stood to leave, Melinda's foot shot out, tripping me.

"He isn't wrong." "I don't get it.", he said. "We did that, and it is a good analogy really.", she said. "I still we don't get it.", he said. "We were two particles floating around. Lost in the dark. We crashed into each other by chance. That changed everything for both of us.", she said. "Now I get it.", He said with a smile. As he lifted his beer and she her glass of wine, "Let's crash some more for a while." "Mike!", she exclaimed, and he kissed her.

Michael joked from the side, letting out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed off the damp walls. Salvatore’s expression didn't change. Not a single muscle in his face moved. "How do you plan to make me pay, Mario?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm. Driven by pure rage, Mario pulled his fist back and swung hard, aiming directly for Salvatore's face. But before my son's punch could even get close to his eyes, Salvatore caught it. His hand clamped around Mario's fist like an iron vice, stopping the momentum instantly. A split second later, a sickening, loud crack of breaking bones echoed sharply through the room.

After Monte thought about it, he said, "The moment the battle starts, this guy will probably not last ten seconds. Five steel-armored fighters attacking together isn't something to play around with. Even the both of us would probably barely be able to pass. "There's no way we'd be able to pass the sixth room either. Even if it's not us and one of the warriors that stand at the peak, they'd probably struggle to get to the last room. The chances of them succeeding is probably less than forty percent." What Monte said was quite reasonable. He could definitely manage five steel-armored fighters with some struggling. However, he would lose if there were any more. Crash was the same. Even though t

Camille immediately yells. Mario puts his hand in his mouth and feels how the blood is coming out of the wound, he gets up and returns his fist, insults came between the ones and the other, for Andy the fight was almost lost, although he was just as strong as Mario because of the exercise, because of his state of alcoholism, he was giving him strong blows that weakened him.