Bubble Gum X Marceline Novels & Stories

She gave a phony high-pitched squeal of glee whilst making a face, earning her a slap on the bottom. “You don’t want to play?” “Oh, I want to play but if I’m getting to lick anything off you, I want it to be a warm caramel and,” she stepped ahead of him into the elevator. “You need to shower before you put it inside me because I’m not risking a weird infection because your sugary coated dick penetrated me.” He threw his head back and laughed loudly, the joyous notes bouncing off the confines of the elevator. He was still laughing when the doors opened up to reveal Marcello waiting for them on the main floor.

The remark was made by Marcel, who appeared to be giddy with delight at the happenings around him. "What are you doing here?" Adam asked with his teeth clenched tightly together. "After everything you've done to my mother, you still have the nerve to stand in front of me?!" Adam bellowed furiously. It was apparent that Marcel was surprised, but there was also a trace of derision in his expression as though what Adam had said was a completely ridiculous statement. After a moment, Marcel's laughter could be heard reverberating throughout the house. Inside, their people bent their heads reverently, and some exchanged looks. Marcel's laugh is devoid of emotion; it is hideous. Antonio, panting fr

She was wet, really wet and he wondered how it was possible for her to be when they'd been having a work–related conversation. Marcellus groaned, grabbing unto her hair before wrapping it around his fist. It was like she knew he'd badly wanted something to take his mind off the woman he'd seen earlier in his office. "Fuck! Buttercup." "Marcel, look at me," she moaned out, grinding her hips relentlessly. Marcel's gaze shot to hers and he grabbed a hold of her waist. He twitched inside her eager to thrust but she wasn't ready to let him and he was going to let her have her way.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Marcel scoffed, his expression defensive. "Why should I cry? I'm not crying." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze locked on his. "Your eyes are red, and they look... wet." His jaw clenched, his voice firm. "I'm not crying." "Alright then. If you say so," I smiled, my tone teasing. Marcel's expression crumpled, and he admitted, "Fine, I'm crying. Happy now?" I looked at him, surprised. "What? Why?"

Patricia “Wow,” I whispered to myself in surprise as I looked inside the paper bag on my lap. “There are so many sweets in here. How does pops have all of these?” Before we left Marcel’s place, he gave us a bag which he said contain snacks we could use for our long drive home. What I wasn’t expecting was to see different assortments of chocolates and gummy bears filling the entire bag. Ethan looked away from the road for a second to peek at the bag on my lap and chuckled. “He said he’s quitting sugar. I guess he’s using us as his dump.”

Julian replied. Marcel then stepped towards the iron bunker door, which began to vibrate under the water pressure within. With a theatrical flourish, he pulled a manual lever hidden behind a shattered panel. "You ask who is inside? See for yourselves before this water swallows you both. I shall give you a surprise."

she stated, "It's made with magic." Just then, she stuffed two fingers into her mouth and blew a loud whistle. From nowhere, a large turtle, the size of the bubble that could contain ten of me, came swimming toward us. "This is our ride," she said excitedly, "but I'd rather swim." The mermaid whispered a magic spell and some creeping sea plants came crawling over the bubble. After a few seconds, they had crawled over every part of the bubble, leaving only a few spaces for me to see through, and then they crawled up to the turtle's body too, connecting the two.

On the front side of the bag there was a small sticker in the shape of a leaf. “Go ahead, pull the sticker.” Mr. Lestic and I shared a look of curiosity as we did what she instructed. The sticker ripped straight down the package, and suddenly the bag began to grow, filling with air. It grew a few inches before it stopped, looking like a miniature bag of chips. “Go ahead, pop it open.” I touched the bag and it felt a bit cold. I pulled on the ends, like opening up a bag of popcorn and inside were seven gummies. “Now, these aren’t in the shapes of the animals, but your normal fruit shapes. Just wanted to give you an example.” The man grinned, looking very pleased.

Meanwhile, Mara noticed Annabel's mood but was grateful that Annabel didn't do anything stupid. As everyone sat quietly, all the attention was on Crystabel's mouth. They all looked at her mouth as she carelessly chewed those bubble gum and the crazy girl didn't mind at all. She continued to chew her bubble gum as her eyes got hold of Annabel's ice cream. She took a spare ice cream spoon and dipped it into Annabel's ice cream without her permission as she started licking it.

She pressed her words firmly. “Unfortunately, Grandfather doesn’t think so.” Tension crackled between them, colder than the pounding bass outside. --- Unbeknownst to Adrian, Marceline had already signaled the waiter, who now returned with another tray of drinks. This glass looked identical, but its contents had been tampered with. “Try this,” Marceline said softly, sliding it toward him. “Think of it… as our peace offering.” Adrian stared at it in silence. Then, smiling faintly, he picked it up. Marceline’s breath caught, her eyes glinting with hope.