Gumball Kiss Penny Novels & Stories

I giggled and kept walking as the merchants called out their wares to us. We stopped several times to look at the beautiful things for sale, but I never saw anything that I wanted until the last shop in the row. It was a simple silver pendant in the shape of a dolphin, but something about it called to me. I hadn’t seen another like it in any of the shops. Jack smiled as he saw me pick it up and admire it. “The lady has excellent taste,” the shop keeper cooed as he saw me pick it up. “Put it on. See how it feels.”

Every time our eyes met, I smiled at him. I drank a couple cups of punch, danced with a couple of Jack's younger cousins, and enjoyed the festivities. The DJ they had flown in from New York was worth every penny. When it came time for Emma to throw the bouquet, I joined the crowd. Emma winked at me as she turned around. As she threw the bouquet behind her head, I watched it sail in a perfect arc toward me. If this was on purpose, I thought, then she must have been practicing her behind-the-back bouquet tosses. I held out my hands to catch the bouquet- and suddenly a young teenage girl about sixteen years old jumped up and snatched it.

His friends, Sean and Paul laughed along with him. "Maybe you should get another chair. Yours is spoiled… Kendra said interestingly, pointing to the far corner of the room. Her chair is covered with flour, stinky broken eggs, some wet and dirty plastic trash. On the desk the word "Loser" was inscribed. "Go get one in the stockroom, dear… " Kendra emphasized the word and looked at her meaningfully. Her sidekicks giggled as if on cue. Kara felt the chill as it crept in her spine remembering what happened to her in the stockroom.

He shook the purse and the coins jingled inside. “Thank you!” said Penny jumping in her place. This was her first ever salary and she deserved it. “Well I have topped it with some bonus because you did really well,” Vega said with a smile. Penny bit her lip. This was too good. She would sell these silver coins in the human world and exchange them for hard cash. “Thank you so much Vega!” she said again. He waved his hand and replied, “Ah! It’s fine. Keep doing well!” “I will!”

“I…have a boyfriend.” Ronan chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “Then why did you kiss me so hungrily, last night?” Jayden opened his mouth, but words failed him. Ronan approached closer, gaze sharp and commanding. “Anything first of yours. After all, you stole my first kiss.” Jayden’s stomach twisted, pulse spiking as he stared from the pendant glinting to the face holding it.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

The kiss gives me a different set of butterflies at the bottom of my stomach. “Yeah?” I mutter, “And when you look like you do now.” He leans in for another kiss. Then he groans. “Golden Boy, how are you hard again?” I find myself giggling. Giggling! “I don’t know, but don’t you think we have to do something about it?”

No shouting matches in corporate boardrooms. This is chess, not checkers. And I’m the queen they buried too soon. So, I did what any broke woman with a grudge and a second chance would do. I grabbed my old shoebox from the closet—the one I used to call my “panic fund.” Inside: 39 pennies 9 nickels 17 dimes 10 quarters 4 crumpled dollar bills And a random Canadian coin that somehow always stayed I dumped it all into my old leather purse. The handle was still loose. The zipper still jammed halfway. But she was loyal. Just like me.

86 Sienna. I found Isaac in the back of the apothecary just after dusk. He was fiddling with a jar of nightshade, the way he always does when he’s nervous, or thinking too much. I caught him before he saw me. “Pop quiz,” I said, leaning against the counter. He looked up, startled, and yanked his hand back. A drop of clear liquid landed on the wooden surface. “Nice recovery,” I said. He blinked. “Sorry.”

I teased, bumping his shoulder. At a game stall, he spent ten minutes and far too much money trying to knock over milk bottles. Finally, he won me a ridiculous stuffed giraffe with one lopsided ear. I held it up. “Wow. Truly, the stuff of legends.” “Careful,” he said, puffing his chest. “That’s limited edition craftsmanship right there.” We split cotton candy afterward, strands sticking annoyingly to my fingers. Kelvin teased me about my “serious eating face” while I tried to keep the pink fluff from coating my hair.