Super Mario Bros Bad Guys Novels & Stories

Oh yeah, obviously Bianca the mastermind. Bianca and I may have a cold war. I mean I don't have any intention to make enemies but when Liam Smith the golden boy in our school, the captain and the point guard in our basketball team became my boyfriend, Bianca immediately declared a war between us. Saying that no one can have him other than her. She even threatened every girls that ask him out but that was before, now he's mine.

The rival MC. “Hell of a welcoming party,” Jax muttered, pulling Sienna behind him. One of the bikers swung off his ride, stepping forward. He was massive, bald, with a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He grinned, all teeth. “Evenin’, Maddox. Brought us a little present, I see.” His gaze slid to Sienna like a knife. Sienna’s pulse hammered. “Jax—” “Shut up,” Jax growled, low and protective.

Samara whispered while covering her mouth. "What do you think?" Shawn said, annoyed. Samara observed Shawn's face. Not a single wound was scratched on his face. Then, Samara turned her attention to Shawn's three victims. "Now I'm dead," said Samara. "Dead?" Shawn asked in disbelief. "Over this scumbags?" "You don't understand. Sammy's over if they make a report, Brother. As soon as Sammy's boss finds out what you did to them, Sammy will be the one to get the consequent!"

I scroll away from that post and find another one right under it, posted within a few seconds after the first one. JAMES SULLIVAN—Blonde. boring. nerd. a pain to look at. Ring a bell? JAMES SULLIVAN—Her number or an address too. Anyone would do just fine. This post gets even more reactions. The comments underneath it are too cringy for me to even go through so I simply scroll again. JAMES SULLIVAN—I just want to pay a visit to a good friend. Friend. I can hear the smirk behind it. I can see those full lips curling up at my misery. When he says that, I know it’s trouble.

I glared at him, "I just finished my fucking homework you twat and you ask where my spirit is? Well, it crawled up my ass and died." He tutted, "Must be science something or you wouldn't be this crappy." "What the fu-" I began but he cut me off by throwing the bags he was carrying to me. I checked inside the bag, to find indeed, new sneakers peeking from the inside, half wrapped in a paper. Must be expensive, it was some Italian or perhaps France label at the outside, and the design was gracefully rocker and sexy. I glanced up at him, "Well this is nice..." I trailed off appreciatively.

Matt exclaimed. "It'll only take me half a minute to break all those teeth," Anthony threatened and raised his fist near Matt's mouth. Should I say something? I thought. Nah...I wouldn't be able to do anything against Mr. Macho man over there. "Leave him alone!" another voice spoke and I looked in that direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Anthony barked. "I am Anthony, let Matt go. He doesn't owe you shit," the other guy replied. What is this? The battle of the Anthony?