Paper Mario Oc Novels & Stories

Deja vu, maybe? "Josh, it's Mario!" "Oh, Thank God." I breathed a sigh of relief, unlocking the door for Mario. He was dressed in a casual sort of way, wearing a bright orange shirt and white pants. Coated in sunglasses, Mario took them off to greet his friend. "How are you doing, Josh?" Mario asked sternly, hugging me slowly. "We haven't heard from you in awhile."

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

I step to the couch with slow steps, like a mosquito lulled in by the light, drinking in all of it and sitting down next to him. I’m still holding on to the plush unicorn, captured by the entertainment system as Giovanni hands me one of the consoles. “Do you want to play Mario Kart?”

He gave the red rose to Adira and she accepted it with whole heart, since the little boy is so lovely. “Mario asked me to give it to you,” the boy informed before he suddenly ran away, since he finished his job. “Mario?” Adira murmured. “Who is Mario?” Adira lifted her gaze. As soon as she did, she saw a mascot looking at her. It is Mario from Super Mario game. “Oh? It’s really Mario,” Adira said with a laugh. Feeling delighted at the gift she received, Adira walked closer to the mascot who was still staring at her.

He was holding a few files as he walked in. “Good evening, Master, I suppose you’re having a great time here. Here, these files require your attention,” Mario handed those to me, I started going through with the components. He stood with his hand-tied together. I immediately picked up my pen after inquiring about any possible mistakes but when I found none, I signed away each and handed him back, waiting for him to step out if there wasn’t anything to discuss.

My fist clenched as I looked up at Mario, who was now leaning against his desk, watching me. "What the hell is this rubbish written in the number three term?" I demanded, holding out the paper. "What's the meaning of this? What do you mean by this?" Mario shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, it's as it's written there." “Well, I'm sorry, but I can't do this!" I exclaimed, attempting to rip the paper. However, Mario's low growl stopped me in my tracks. He began to advance towards me with an angry stride. Just as I thought he was about to reach me, he stopped halfway and a sinister smirk like that night spread across his face.

Marcel: “This seems to be clean,” Dominic said, and I scoffed. “Clean is a way to describe it.” I muttered, knowing well that this was nothing more than an illusion in our world. One that practically didn’t exist. A familiar scent hit me fast before an Omega burst out of the trees so fast Dominic nearly cut him down. Steel flashed. My wolf surged forward. Five more men followed behind him, weapons raised, breath ragged, and for half a second, I thought it was an ambush.

I heard him say because my leg still hurts, he made me use the bathroom in his study. After I was done, I went back to the desk, staring at the table only to find a marriage document with our names on it, my eyes widened in disbelief as I hurriedly read its brief content. ****** At Mr. Mario's house, the latter was sitting on the cold floor of his sitting room, wasting away with some bottles of liquor. He had a photo of a red-haired girl in his hand as he lamented while looking at the picture. "Where are you? Who's your buyer, huh?" He said, having several hiccups as he gulped the whole glass of liquor.

His whole face was shaking while saying this. "And now that family thinks they can still order me around like some dog." No, Fleur, I've done so much to put them in power that I shouldn't be thrown to the side; I know Mario developed an obsession with you, and in order to keep you, he had to earn his place at the high table.But that lucky bastard knows his shit so well. I tried messing with the system on one more occasion, but Mario is actually pretty good at catching on to it faster than I thought. " Oscar's eyes were gleaming with fury. He goes on top of me, his heavyweight is enough for me to have a hard time breathing. I pleaded for him to stop what he was about to do.

“Nicco. Remember when you said I could have an office assistant?” He turned to look at me with a look of confusion. “You want to talk about this now?” I rolled my eyes and ignored the sarcasm in his voice. “See that man? The one with the canapes?” Nicco stopped and looked before nodding. “His name is Mario. He wants to go back to New York and finish school. I think he’d make a great assistant for me.” Nicco looked at me incredulously. “You want me to take one of my mom’s Omegas?” He sounded amused. “I thought you were trying to win her over.”