Bubble Gum X Marceline Novels & Stories

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.

——— In the meanwhile, Amelia swam ashore, filled with a buoyant and jubilant mood. As her mermaid tail touched the ground, a magical transformation occurred, and her tail morphed into a pair of long, slender human legs. She wiggled her toes in sheer delight, relishing this newfound sensation. Standing upright on her legs for the first time, Amelia couldn't contain her excitement. She danced and jumped around like a child experiencing a delightful game. "Princess Amelia... Princess Amelia... ouch!!" Amelia heard a faint voice calling out. Curious, she looked around and spotted a hermit crab emerging from the sand under her feet. "Princess Amelia, it's me, Herald, the hermit," the crab said wi

That had made her determined to learn more about making herself up, so she had gone back to the boutique and the salon and the make-up house and woke them to teach her the basics of the things they knew how to do the best. Marcelyn adjusted the white scarf around her neck to fully cover her neck from the soft window that blew. She looked to her side when she heard a giggle and saw a little kid of no more than five years old on the merry-go-round having a good time along with some other people. She turned to the other side and saw some children running after each other while singing some song that she had no idea about. Marcelyn reckoned in shock when something hit her squarely on her stomach

Fred, who has been silently tying ribbons to already inflated balloons, lets out a soft chuckle from the corner. “You two are worse than kids,” he says, shaking his head. Stephanie scoffs. “She started it.” “I did not!” “You literally did!” I pull the balloon away and tie it quickly, shooting Stephanie a victorious look. “Done. In under ten seconds.” She rolls her eyes. “Show-off,” she says and puts a balloon in her mouth. “Now, hurry up while blowing yours,” I tell her. “I swear to God, Marcella…” Stephanie pulls the balloon away from her lips, gasping dramatically. “...if you rush me one more time, I’ll let all the air out of the ones you’ve already done.”

The long-awaited second victory against Pissy Pearce had arrived! Then, suddenly, the air stirred. Class 3-F fell silent. Marceline began to stride forward. "No fucking way. No fucking way you're going up there, Marcy!" "W-What are you doing, Marceline?" Jaybee tugged on the edge of her shirt before she slapped his hand away. "Sorry to disappoint but get out of my way!" she announced as she continued walking toward the stage. Her gait, different from most girls, was forceful, uncontrolled, and indifferent to whoever or whatever she might bump into. It was the gait of a delinquent boss.

"If you don't visit us at least once this month, I'll be very sad." She smiled and excitedly replied, "I will!" Marceline got off her chair and went to the fridge. Pulling out a large lunchbox with a blue lid from it, she came back and sat on her chair. "A gift," she said as she handed it to me. "For moving out?" I asked and she nodded. I opened it and there were small snacks inside together with cupcakes that were a little overcooked. I smiled at her, touched that she even bothered. "Thanks, Peanut butterfly."

She pulled me along to sit down on a bench under an oak tree, towering over the pathway. Kane walked away from us, scanning the area, the ever-watchful guard. Marcelle produced a packet from her bag. She offered it to me. Inside was an array of sweets; strings of licorice, bon-bons and jelly sweets. I laughed and took a string of black licorice. “Don’t judge me, I have a sweet tooth.” She pouted, looking like a naughty child. “Maybe I should offer some to old sourpuss over there,” she whispered, her head close to mine, conspiring. “Maybe it would sweeten him up a bit.”

There’s a clink that makes Marcello look at her niece. “Can’t finish all of this food. Already full,” She sips on the wine glass, just a cucumber juice she chose earlier. “Can I now open the gift from mamma?” “Sure, go ahead.” There’s a little smile plastered on Mariella’s face though her eyes become teary again while holding the paper bag. She slowly opens it and tear drops at the glass ball inside. She takes the simple gift inside the box and shakes it. “That’s… beautiful.” Marcello stares at the glass ball and the little lights inside like fireflies.

And Marceline, watching this pitiful display with an expression of faint amusement, gave him the smallest nod. That was all it took. Liam’s lips trembled, and then he blurted out, "I’m in trouble." I went still. Liam’s grip on my leg tightened, his entire body shaking as he bowed his head. "I owe Marceline a lot of money," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. I looked past him to stare at Marceline, whose gaze had sharpened. A random person might have called the look on her face arrogance, but this was not a moment of arrogance or cruelty. That was the look of a woman who had played her cards right and was watching the pay off.

I elbow her and give her a look. 'It's grape!' She says, and I take the bubble gum from her and pay for it, the newspaper and magazine. I open the paper and read it as we exit the newsagency. Hailey chews the bubble gum and blows a bubble. It catches the attention of nearby children who point at her and ask their mums for some bubble gum. I elbow her again. 'Stop drawing attention to us,' I say, and she pops her bubble, and mimes the word sorry.