Super Smash Brothers Brawl Roster Novels & Stories

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He had a dark and mysterious vibe with his buzzcut dyed blond hair that was in sharp contrast with the dark bristles on his jaw. Chrisos Dos Santos was the leader of a diamond smuggling syndicate that supplied most of Asia and northern Africa. He had curly sandy blond hair and chocolate brown eyes and was quicker to smile than the rest of the men. Roma suddenly held a palm out to an apathetic Alexei. "Alright. Pay up, cash as agreed." Without looking at him, Alexei reached into his jacket and pulled out a wad of cash. Roma counted the cash before placing it in the pocket of his jacket, grinning like a cat that got the cream.

in retro font, and the whole thing lit up with yellow and blue lights. "Pac-Man?" I said. "Really? That's your first choice?" "Not just Pac-Man. Championship Edition. It's faster, more intense. And it'll warm you up before we get to the really challenging shit." He stepped aside and gestured to the machine. "After you."

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

She eyed Mason with a disdainful look. Mason took a step forward, his fists clenching. “Taylor, I suggest you walk away. Now.” “Or what, Mason?” Taylor challenged, though a flicker of fear crossed her face. “Are you going to hit me? Just like you sneak around with your sister’s best friend?” “That’s enough!” Stephan’s voice boomed, cutting through the tense atmosphere. He pushed through the crowd, his face grim. He stood beside Mason, his presence a surprising show of support.

Sean showed up again, looking so thin that he was almost skeletal. He tried to stab me from behind with a knife while I was caught off guard. But ever since he'd contracted the virus, he was so weak that a gust of wind could knock him over. Thus, I easily took the knife away. "Shane! Give me my life back!" he shouted. I kicked him. "I wasn't the one who gave you the disease. You've got the wrong person. "Everyone must pay for their crimes, even if they're reborn. Macy has already been convicted, and your retribution isn't far off.

“For the fact this is a secret society doesn’t guarantee you waste yourself. You lose your guard, your identity suffers.” She’s right. You have to sign an NDA. Mask always, clothes optional. Their acceptance rate is brutal, but Clara helped me maneuver my way in. And since I came back from jail, I’ve been getting premium dicks here. “Cheers to best friends,” I raise my glass, words slurry. “Or Mama wannabe. Don’t tell me shit bitch.” Clara slides three shots across the bar to someone and sidles closer. “What’s wrong?” How do I tell her that ‘Birthright thief’ plans to wreck a small firm, which happens to be owned by my homie’s Dad, who’s always been good to me, and there’s nothing I can do a

“His name is Marco Fabbri. A minor smuggler, but he's been working with a group that thinks they can replace me. I want it handled cleanly.” Dino glanced at the file but didn’t open it. His heart pounded, but his face remained calm. Sanchez had just given him his first kill order. And Dino had to find a way to stay in the game without becoming a killer like Sanchez. --- Alejandro’s Rage Alejandro stood on the mansion’s balcony, gripping the railing so hard his knuckles turned white. His father had humiliated him. His stepbrother—**a bastard nobody—**had stolen his place.

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"

An hour later, I stood over the upgraded robot and finally exhaled. This rebuild was mine alone, with no witnesses or leaks. Unless Adrian Cross was some kind of god, there was no way he could know my new specs. I wiped the sweat from my brow and turned toward the laptop to submit my updated data to the organizers. Suddenly, Zane burst through the door. "Bro, Adrian just updated his robot’s data. You need to see this." A cold weight dropped into my stomach. I snatched the laptop and hit play on his latest demo.