Super Paper Mario The End Novels & Stories

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

I have everything. Thanks, life. You're wonderful. THE END.

Love and family. THE END

We were exactly where we were meant to be. THE END

"Anyway, what's the update on what I'm asking you to do?" Frank leaned back on the sofa and answered. "The transaction with the Knight Mafia went well, they gave the weapons properly and there was nothing missing," he said. "I thought there would be a trouble but it seems they are keeping their word, Sir." "That's good," I commented. "If they just try to betray us, I'm sure I will be the reason for their deaths." Frank was about to speak but we both looked at each other when we felt someone's presence. I quickly took my gun out of my pocket and together Frank and I turned our backs and pointed our guns at a familiar person.

I am done with married women. The End

****** ★★★THE END★★★ ★Thank you for reading★ ***** Enjoy You Reading***** Best Regards: Anderson Musyoki.

While Damien was out, I went to a small store on the outskirts of town and purchased two large bags of charcoal. The shopkeeper, a kindly old man, reminded me, "Miss, remember to open the windows for ventilation if you're using charcoal to keep warm." I smiled faintly and said nothing. Once Ricky's funeral was over, I planned to end my life by burning charcoal and leave this world for good. Just as I hid the bags of charcoal under the bed, I blacked out. When I came to, all I saw was the stark white ceiling of a hospital room. Damien sat at my bedside, gripping my hand tightly. His eyes were filled with despair and sorrow.

But in the next second— Lucien suddenly grabbed it from my hand. He raised it high in the air, grinning arrogantly. “Your chip is in my hand now.” “Tell me, how exactly are you planning to win this time?” I simply looked at him calmly. “Your father already gave me the answer.” Lucien sneered. “He gave you one dollar. It’s in my hand now.” “He’s my father, you really think he’d help you instead of me?” I nodded slightly and smiled too. “I’d really like to know that as well.”

Evan says from beside me, answering my unasked question. I look at him, then back at the workers. Huh. What's the point of all that height if you're not carrying four sacks at once? He can probably do two. Maybe two and a half if he's feeling ambitious. “Lady Clara.” I turn to find a broad-shouldered man approaching with a tablet in hand. He passes it to me, waits until I've taken it, then nods once before walking away. I look down at the screen and a rows of numbers stare back at me.