Smash Dr Mario Novels & Stories

Using the slight momentum from his foot, his body shifted to the left right before Mosiah’s punch could hit him, narrowly dodging the seemingly powerful punch. Mosiah’s punch missed the target but it struck the air, where Draco was standing a moment ago, causing a loud sonic boom that resembled rumbling thunder. His punch cracked the air! “Mosiah has gotten stronger,” Gunter said to himself as he watched the fight. However, when he looked at Draco, his brows furrowed. "Who is this man? Other than Sven and Wolf, does Kaze Lee have someone stronger than them as a follower?" he muttered to himself with a clouded expression.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

He was holding a bowl of hot porridge. As soon as he saw me awake, he rushed over. “Olivia, you’re finally awake!” He gently brought a spoonful of porridge to my lips. His face was full of guilt. “You must be starving. I made this myself. Please have some.” But I could not take his sudden change of attitude. I was furious. I smacked the bowl out of his hand. “Let me go!” Tears started to well up in Nigel’s eyes. “Olivia, I’m so sorry. I hurt you.

This is so not good. Mario, the left side of his face covered in an ugly green bruise, crouches down to my level and grabs a handful of my hair, wrenching my head back. "I want my diamonds, bitch. Where are they?" Mario's black suit wrinkles as he leans into my face, each of his slicked back black hairs in place. My head screams in pain as he loosens his grip and then pulls back more. "Mario..." I stammer over my words, "I don't... have... any–"

Even with the gag, Mario screams loudly and agonizing. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, it hurts! Mario’s screams between painful and indecipherable grunts. The sound of the blade crashing against the bone was clean and quick. The blood that gushed out with the impact of the clean cut seemed like a small pond spring. The filthy hand drops off the floor and rolls at Asher's feet.

My fantasy is just a dream for now, but with the way his powerful body is turning toward me, tensing up, tunnel-focused on me… well, maybe it will come true. But before I can get close enough to break the barrier between us, we are sorely interrupted by the sudden appearance of a tall, lanky man in a Hawaiian print button-up. He’s carrying two oversized tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them and wearing a goofy grin that makes his eyes twinkle brightly. He looks positively delighted by everything going on around him, but he brings a very decidedly unsexy vibe to the table. Ah, my dad. “Got your mai-tai right here, Will! That bartender is a hoot and a half. Yours is the one with the pi

Tom continued, stepping on Mario's daughter's finger with his shiny shoe. “Don't do that!” Mario reflexively shouted loudly, when he saw his daughter getting mistreated. He even stood up to fight Tom. “Ah... you've finally made your voice heard,” said Tom, smiling slyly as he approached Mario, and with one kick smashed his foot into Mario's face, knocking him to the ground. “Oh my!” Sira exclaimed chokingly. She didn't expect that Tom's face was not directly proportional to his nature. But Sira hurriedly put on an ordinary expression. Because even she had been treated like that by Mario's family.

********** Meanwhile back home at the St Ann hospital… Beep beep beep… The sound of the life support machine continues to feel up commander Mario's room. Suddenly Mario opens up his eyes like the undertaker who had just seen a ghost. The machine lets out an annoying squeak sound till Mario ripped out the cables connected to him. Then it stopped, and he sat up like nothing ever happened to him. "I need to get to Panama." Commander Mario exclaimed with his veins popping out in anger

Mark dished everyone's food and soon Kavinsky's Dad arrived in a white shirt and black trousers. "Honey, food is ready!", Mrs. Mark called out of Kavinsky. "Am almost done with this game", he said facing his phone. Mr. and Mrs. Mark ate their food as they gist about unknown things. "I lose again!", Kavinsky shouted and they faced him before turning back to their food. "Should I teach you how to play?", Mr. Mark asked facing him back Kavinsky laughed continuously at his statement. He looked up only to meet the sharp gazing eyes of his parents.