Mario X Tari Novels & Stories

Taryn announced as the automatic doors of the bus opened. Two buffed, oiled up, good-looking Hispanic men, dressed in X-rated versions of the Mario brothers, came into view. They began dancing and gyrating as they stepped on the bus. "What in the wo...," Kat began, but was cut short when one of the men began to dance around her. He kept his distance and made sure not to touch her as he thrust and moved his hips around her. "Give it to her, Mario!" Taryn cheered as the male exotic dancer continued his performance. Luigi was busy getting his groove on with Lucy.

Fabian explained, prompting me to carefully ponder the situation. "But if you intend to aid me in escaping, don't you need allies among the pack members? You shouldn't have to undertake this alone. It might be too challenging," I suggested, surprised by the wisdom in my own words. Fabian's gaze drifted into space as he contemplated my remark. "Forming an alliance with Mario seems rather predictable," he mused, leaving me puzzled by his statement. "Who is Mario?" I inquired, seeking clarification. "He is a Beta. He was the one who questioned Xavier's motives for keeping you here. However, he isn't someone we should align ourselves with.

I have Arturo with me and that's all I could ever ask for. The End

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.

I’m wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me. “Marie,” Carlos says. “Age?” I ask. “Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?” “I don’t know her age…” Carlos admits sheepishly. “Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she’s completed a degree in geography and physics,” Jose says without looking at me. I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.

In stepped Marie Cellini and Paul Cellini, but what made Mario smile even more was his other family behind him. "Melanie! Mark!" He said gleefully, outreaching his arms and hugging them both. "Wow, it's great to see you!" He smiled, looking down at how much they had changed since he last saw them. "Hey little brother," Mark said. He looked behind him and brought up a blonde woman and a small child in a basket she held with her right hand. "This is my wife Taryn and our son, Tyler. Taryn honey, this is my little brother Mario."

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX