Mario X Donkey Kong Novels & Stories

I put up a poker face. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” He reassured. My headache increases because of this guy. He’s really no match with Doom even that so-like-grim-reaper also makes me confuse on everything he does. Wait, why am I even comparing them? They are different people so comparing them does not make sense. Seriously, Lily? Primo walked beside me. “Do you have something you need to do after class?” I shook my head.

I froze at the sight of Mario standing there and looking at us. Oh no. His eyes are looking dead at us. "Ma..." "Shhh..." The Don hushed, making me look at him. His eyes are on Mario. I furrowed my brows in confusion. The Don walked past me and headed towards Mario. I stood there, and I watched as the Don moved his hand from side to side in front of Mario's face but Mario didn't blink. What the..... Next, the Don leaned down and placed Mario on his shoulder. What is going on?

“Don’t I owe you a beating in Mario Kart?” “You wish, old man,” I scoffed. “Oh, it’s so on,” Dante replied. “Yes, it’s on like Donkey Kong,” I chuckled. We disappeared into the media room, and I proceeded to hand Dante his butt at video games. “What the heck!” Dante exclaimed. “Do you and Amelie have a video game and foosball gene?” “We’re just really competitive,” I stated. “In fact, Amelie can get scary competitive, don’t get on her bad side.” I laughed.

All she needed was an excuse to claim what she secretly craved. And he was going to give it to her. "Let's make this a little more interesting," Cedric said, "How about whoever loses the race has to do a shot." "Wait," Felicia said, "You want to play Mario Kart, the drinking game?" "It does sound like fun," Melvin said. "Fine," Felicia said and flopped down on the lounge chair next to the couch, "Best of four races. Whoever loses gets a shot." Melvin took his usual character, Yoshi. Then Cedric and Collins chose Link and Princess Peach, respectively. Finally, Felicia took her favorite racer: Donkey Kong.

Xane said, his voice carrying that lazy drawl that always sounded half amused, “that you actually wasted your allowance on that busted Street Fighter machine at the arcade?” “It wasn’t busted,’ I shot back, grinning even though he couldn’t see me. ‘You just suck at it.” “I don’t suck,’ he protested. ‘I strategically lose to lure my opponent into a false sense of security.” “Sure,’ I laughed. ‘Keep telling yourself that. You button-mash like a toddler.” “I’ll have you know I’m undefeated in Mario Kart,” Xane countered, mock offense dripping from his tone. “Only because you pick Rainbow Road every time and throw everyone off the track,” I said.