Paper Mario Oc Novels & Stories

Mario was speechless with his eyes wide with fear. “Did I?” Hugo yelled again. Mario shook his head. “You dare put your hands on him!” Hugo shouted again and shoved his knee into Mario’s stomach. This time he was down for good. He lay there squirming on the ground as his men looked at him from a distance. The cartel boss went down on his knees and threw a barrage of hooks and every single one of the punches landed on Mario’s face. Mario was incapacitated. Hugo walked away from the downed thug and towards Mario’s men. The men fought the urge to make a run for it.

unless you turn into a wolf this very second… I can scratch both of their faces… if you want! 'Huft' I tried to focus again, even though it was very difficult, it seemed like Mario was shaking my chair continuously. Finally I looked back with an annoyed face. Mario gave the code for me to read the letters from him. Just watch! Ill kick his ass… if I get caught and punished by the lecturer who is now teaching. I read the first letter. "Joint for canteen?" Second letter. “Do you want to be in a canteen or a hotel? LOL.”

Nadia accompanied her. Now, at the table, only Mario and Joe remained. Mario seized this opportunity to express what had been bothering him. "Let me introduce myself; I'm Mario," the teenage boy said, extending his hand. Now he could see the details of the mature man who had been the talk of Clara and Nadia. "I'm Joe," the man replied, shaking hands with Mario. "Om isn't planning to get close to Clara, right? We're in the process of getting to know each other, and I don't want Om to be interested in my crush!" Mario said, staring sharply at Joe. He hoped the mature man understood his words.

Clancy's POV "You psycho!" Mario Karts cursed out his throat in front of me but could do little as his hands and feet were bound to the wall of the cell underground. He was shirtless, showing the fresh knife mark all over his body from my torture. "Mario" My voice was rather calm as I approached him with the plier in my hands, "Tell me..." "I've told you all I know already," He cried, "She asked about everything I know about the Di Marco Princess, Sofia"

Worried that something had happened to her. Choosing to sit for a moment on a chair right in front of the dressing table, Mario was still busy trying to make contact. Even took the initiative to send a short message to Aurora. Mario : Honey... where are you? I've been home since earlier, Do I need to pick you up? I'm afraid something happened to you. After sending the message, Mario intended to get up and get ready to clean up. However, before he could stand up, his eyes caught something that slightly disturbed his vision. From his eyes, he saw a piece of paper folded neatly and deliberately tucked under a perfume bottle with such a striking color.

And a box tucked under the seat, half-hidden. I didn’t think. Just pulled it out. Inside: old letters, yellowed with age. A few tied up with string. Some photos are curled at the edges. A newspaper clipping. And one folded sheet with Damian written neatly across the top. The ink had bled a little. But the writing—it was sure. Man’s handwriting. Firm. Final. I opened it. Damian, If you’re reading this, I couldn’t face you. I built a name, an empire… but not a son.