Bubbly X Novels & Stories

Leaning down slightly, he whispered, “The King has said I can’t let you touch alcoholic drinks.” I couldn’t help but giggle, shaking my head at his loyalty to Ace’s orders. “I want lemonade, please,” I said, turning to the bartender with a polite smile. He returned the smile warmly. "Would you like it with still or sparkling water?” “Sparkling water? Like… if I drink it, will my body start to glow or burn?” I asked, genuinely surprised by the term. He chuckled softly, “No, mam. Sparkling water is just regular water, but with bubbles in it. It’s fizzy, like soda, but without the sugar or flavors.”

"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 dalaga na ang mga kilos mo. Pero ang pagiging bubbly mo ang nagustuhan ko. Iyong tumatawid ka sa pilapil ng palayan ng walang

Jayce said, pulling her up the steps as the bus started to move. "Arrg," she cried, falling into her seat butt first with her legs in the air. "Are you drunk already?" Jayce teased. Lexi laughed and pulled out her secret can of beer. "I'm falling head over heels for you." She could feel him watching her as she sipped at the now warm and bitter liquid, looming over her like a dark shadow. After a moment, she glanced up at him. "What's up?" "It's my birthday tomorrow," he said.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

I'm more excited about my role that I wanna jump straight to it but okay, let's hear what is it she wanna tell me about this agency. "We have a website, called Cupcake. It's where men and women register themselves to be a sugar baby." Errrr what? Did I just hear the word ‘sugar-baby’? "We have a wide range of client list so based on their preferences, we'll match them with a sugar baby accordingly." So you guys are like T!nder? But instead of us finding a match on our own, you'll do it for us? Like match makers? But for sugar babies?

Peter’s first male friend and second friend next to Sunny. Time flew by so fast and he's now 16. It’s Christmas break and he’s planning to go home to spend the vacation with Sunny. He already packed his things for tomorrow's travel and didn't forget to bring his gift for Sunny which is a customized resin guitar picker. It has a flower designed in it, a daisy which is Sunny's favorite flower. His gift's stored in a small jewellery box. Sunny learned to play guitar already after Peter taught her. It became their bonding when Peter went home to visit.

It was soft and surprisingly warm to the touch. The girl spotted his nonplussed expression. "Bubble bath," she explained with a smile. "Bubble bath?" "Yes, just empty it, all of it mind you, into the tub next time you take a bath." "And this will help me with the... um... energy flow?" Bentley said. "It's a special recipe," the shopkeeper said, tapping her nose. "I think you'll find it's very relaxing." Bentley looked doubtfully at the clear plastic bladder. There was a nozzle on one of the sides to let out the liquid contents.

“Do you think this bubble is a temporary protective measure for us?” “Yes,” Baba replied. “Though I haven’t read or heard of something exactly like this, we need to research further. I will call you as soon as we find out more.” “Okay. Bye, Baba. Love you,” I replied. “Love you too,” he responded before ending the call. I sighed and buried my face in Xander’s neck. His smell has changed a bit. But still delicious. “I smell different, since it has been blended with your scent. You smell different too, but still delicious,” Xander smirked.

Every thought of safety while driving flew out the window, not like I ever cared about that. Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali You, you bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes bugging, repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister 'Cause my flow's so sick, and I'm a lunatic I sang along my head bobbing as the beat got harder, Nicki Minaj knew the right song to sing I mean she's such a cool woman the real deal.

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.