Bubbly Buddy Novels & Stories

Alizey whispered lightly. "WHAT?" Muskan yelled in a high pitch voice. "That dumbo got married and he didn't even invite me...OH MY ALLAH!!! Did he convert?" She asked flabbergasted. At her words Alizey's face fell and she replied with a simple. "No." Muskan looked at her confused. "Then h-how I don't understand" "Wait! Is t-that a burning smell!" Muskan's eyes widened in complete horror as she made a dash towards her house probably in a failed attempt to save her burned cookies.

The man slowly opens his eyes and screams with it. “I guess you’re hungry Ricky” He took a cereal from the cabinet of old mechanical tools and poured it on a bowl he took from the floor. He rips off the tape on Ricky’s mouth, he groans and was trying to spill a word but he chooses to take some food on the bowl in his lap. “I think he needs water” good thing I grab bottled water before we get into the basement. Zander just gave me a look and I poured the water on Ricky’s dry mouth.

I demanded. “We were getting along, but then he started saying that never mindnd.” Skyr paused and looked away when his cheeks started to flare up. He started clearing his throat and fixed himself before looking at my direction once again. “I think you’re brother just got the bubble trick.” He said this while pointing to Byron, who was jumping up and down in delight as a massive bubble floated on top of the ocean's surface without bursting. “I guess that it is about time to us to leave.”

"Anyway, here I am actually considering your offer. But I got a few questions, and I don't know if I can or can not, but I have some quirks. I don't know. I don't know how these things work. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't come." "Hey...hey, it's okay. That's what I'm here for. So, ask away." "Well, first what is the scope of this sugar baby entailed to? Is it just a companion? or do we have to have sex with them? And is there any boundaries? I mean there are some kinky people out there, and I'm not sure I'm one of them." I stopped right there and waited for her answers.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT MALAKAI * * As I watch, a delicate hummingbird flies into view, its feathers glowing like diamonds. I snap photo after photo, trying to freeze the moment. My camera lens views the curious butterfly as it lands on a nearby flower, its wings unfolding like tiny works of art. I lean in closer, capturing the intricate details of its delicate body. The theme of the assignment is animal versus nature, I just hope that the professor is going to like my work. I shift my camera to a new landscape and zoom only for all of my thoughts to freeze.

He pulls out a chair for me and sits directly opposite me. “Well, I have to say you look amazing. That look suits you.” “Thanks.” I smile and prop my elbows on the table. “Some wine or champagne?” “Nope. I can’t take alcohol.” “Why? Not a fan?” “Something of that sort. Will just take sparkling water.” “Anything you want Frankie. It’s about you.” He smiles sweetly as my phone vibrates in Stacy’s purse. She gave that to me too. I take it out and shiver when I see Trey’s name on the screen.

Polly was trying to change the topic. “Oh yeah! I’ve got that yellow bell plant over there by the corner. Later, around 10:00, you’ll see Bugsy, the bee or Butty, the butterfly dropping by. They’ve got a crush on Belle, the yellow bell.” “What about that big open flower beside Belle?” “Oh, her? That’s Gummy, the Gumamela… Isn’t she pretty?”

one of his bandmates from the couch provides with a snicker, lifting the bottle and sloshing the liquid around. Nessa slips out from my grip around her waist, wandering boldly toward the sectional. “Any mixers?” she asks hopefully. My jaw clenches. This girl is too damn friendly for her own good. “For sure,” the guy drowning under the blonde provides. “Redbull, cranberry…” “Cranberry,” Nessa answers immediately.

"You're never going to let this Bumbo thing go, are you?" "It's Bumble. Like the bee. And no. I'm not. You don't even have to contact anyone. Just look at what's out there. Who knows," he says with a shrug, "maybe you'll find a really good friend who can be a great wingman." "You aren't going to be my wingman?" "Who else is going to babysit while you sow your oats?" I sigh. "Fine. I'll create an account. But I'm not going anywhere with anyone. Probably ever."

He nods. Buddy doesn’t even remotely fit in around here, he thinks he’s a cowboy. He wears a big stereotypical hat and even has the boots. He’s well over six feet tall and built like a man you wanna climb. He’s very good looking, but easily ten years older than me. I think he only became a Flyer not long before I was sent away. “Why,” I ask, but he only points upstairs. He then taps on his wrist where there isn’t even a watch.