Bubble Gum X Marceline Novels & Stories

I said, chuckling as Genesis tried to poke the syrup with her straw before it was even handed to her. We passed a stall selling fish balls and kikiam, the scent of vinegar and chili oil wafting in the air. Cameron handed Genesis a stick of fish balls dipped in spicy sauce. "Careful," he warned. "These are weapon-grade spicy." "Not spicy!" Genesis grinned defiantly before chomping down, only to fan her mouth seconds later. "Told you," Cameron said, smirking. Nearby, a bubble artist had drawn a small crowd. Genesis pulled away from me with a gasp. "Look, Mama! Bubbles!"

And he did, rubbing his length against the palms of his hands with thoughts of the girl in his mind. Today, he’d ensure to take that which Logan treasured the most and he’d ensure to turn Rain against Logan. Smiling wickedly, Marcel’s body spasmed as he released his spunk all over his palms. He rested over a tree, gushing some breaths until the town’s bell sounded. From this distance, they could hear the loud, happy, and cheerful roars of the students. Confetti, firecrackers, and loud music echoed in the sky as they announced the school had marked its hundred years.

Gusto mo silang patayin agad? I looked at the white bunny. Para na itong balloon sa laki, and it’s still expanding. Suddenly, I have strong urge to lay down and wailed like a child. “Lady Marina, lumalaki yung kuneho! Para itong sasabog,” Gina said with a slight confusion in her eyes. Hindi ito sigurado kung anong nangyayari, napansin ko ring tumigil ang pag-dagsa ng mga pana. Scared to pop the giant bunny.

May ngiti sa mukha ni Gieselle habang nilalagay ang bulaklak sa puntod at sinisindihan ni Martin ang dala nilang kandila. "Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dala

These bubbles aren’t very bubblicious. I panic as I blame the bubbly soap I used that distinctly read ’Bubblicious’ above the warning label behind the bottle. I tuck my feet further in, hoping to cover what the bubbles won’t should they choose to dissolve completely before I figure out how to get Marcel to leave.

For some strange reason, I couldn’t look away either. Then I heard the sound of sharp footsteps. Marceline. Her face was tight with anger as she marched toward us. She raised her hand, ready to smack the boy’s butt, but I caught her wrist. Her head snapped toward me, furious until she froze. Recognition filled her eyes. “Don’t hit him, Marceline,” I said with a smirk, deliberately calling her name. Her lips parted, trembling slightly. I saw the way her throat moved as she swallowed hard. “I’m happy you recognized me,” I added with a smile.

- Bennett/ Marceline explained in a soft voice, her fingers adjusting the edges her glasses. I smiled, my eyes studying Bennett's assumably timid figure. "Marceline ......things like these aren't that hard for you to do. It all depends on whether you are interested in doing it - or not." - I said slowly. Marceline eyes widened,her eyes staring at me as though she'd been caught doing something very terrible. Well what she had done wasn't far from it. "Imagine how much traffic you could get by releasing some awful articles about a big Star as Irina - It could gather a nation wide worth of attention. Isn't that why you clung to me?" - I locked eyes with her, watching as her expression turned de

Hunter walks in, sees the chaos then immediately turns and calls down the corridor for the Doc. Marcel is powerless to do anything other than sit and watch from the odd looking chair he is perched in. It is taller than any other chair I have seen, and I notice the tube carrying blood from him to Liberty. Gravity, I get it. It takes four attempts for Marcel’s voice to get everyone’s attention, and when it does, he puts us all in our place with stern words about acting like a pack of animals. He probably could have chosen a less controversial phrase, but that is not Marcel. “Lottie, did Rosaline teach you any energy magic?” Marcel asks a stunned and silent Lottie. She shakes her head and steps

He smells like old books and expensive perfume. "Squirrel Junior," he says warmly, patting my arm without looking away from his laptop. "How was the gala?" I groan loudly. "Don't get me started." He hums, the way he does when he knows I'm avoiding something. Then he clicks play on his laptop. My stomach drops. The viral video fills the screen. Marcellus, shirtless and smirking. "I'd like everyone to meet my wife... She said yes. Loudly. Multiple times."

Someone had to save his ass. And so, Marcel reached for the weapon that has been tested and proven to melt her raging heart. He carried Aricel off her the ground and into his arms as he carefully approached her, saying, "Guess who is the best mummy in the world?" Marcel gave Arianna a lopsided grin just as their little girl recognized her presence, "Mummy!" Aricel made grabbing motions with her little hands and Marcel knew what that meant because he handed the child to her.