Gumball Kiss Penny Novels & Stories

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

I remember when I was little, we would stop by the mall, and I came home with a different one every time. Handing it to her, she giggles and winds it up so she can hear it play. At first, I can't place the music, but eventually it hits me that it is "Claire De Lune" and it makes a small smile form on my lips. Connie, hands it back to me right before the doorbell rings.

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person. “It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear. Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible. That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them. “Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?”

The safe was hidden behind a painting of a mountain landscape. She lifted the painting carefully, revealing the combination lock. She’d watched Kang Jin open it once, had memorized the numbers out of pure curiosity: 27-14-36. She turned the dial slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she heard the familiar click of the tumblers falling into place. The door swung open, and she peered inside – stacks of cash, important-looking documents, and a velvet tray filled with jewelry. At the center of the tray lay a necklace – a single pearl the size of a marble, surrounded by diamonds set in platinum. She’d seen it in a magazine once – the Chen Pearl, valued at over $200,000. It was exactly what

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

I quickly engulfed the note in my mouth and chewed it entirely. The boy looking at me, not knowing what to do next or what was written. I widely smiled at him to show appreciation. And I grabbed a peppermint gum that lay on a neat small shelf on the counter. I handed it over to the boy. He punched it and billed it to a sum of k2. I paid my bill and swallowed the paper I was chewing before.

In the space between one heartbeat and the next it was simply gone, like a light switch, like something turned off at its source, and what remained in those eyes was something else entirely. Calculating. Still. Ancient in the way of things that have survived a very long time by being very good at one specific thing. Elena held her gaze and did not look away. Senator Merrill's eyes moved downward. To Elena's neckline. The compass necklace. She had tucked it inside her shirt before she came in. But it had worked its way out during the walkthrough. The thin chain visible at her collar. Senator Merrill was not looking at the necklace. She was looking at the slight asymmetry in the fabric just be

Fascinated, she made her way to the motor section and almost dropped her jaw when she heard the price. "What did you just say?" she asked, bewildered. Never in her life had she heard of such an amount of money. She wondered if the platinum credit card in her hand could cover it. When the sales attendant saw the card, he politely explained everything about the bike, knowing the card had no limit.

"How about you?" "I'll go with none other than Gavin Clyborne." Gabe chuckled. Well, Gavin has sharp eyes. But he's not always with them other than Leo who's with them everyday. "What's the prize?" Gabe asked. "What do you want?" She asked, making him name the prize he wants. "A kiss," he said. "That's easy! If I win, you'll not receive anything." She said and even winked at her. "Sure," Gabe agreed. "That's a deal. We will not tell them yet unless they find out about it. If you win, I'll kiss you nonstoply, but if I win, you'll not receive anything. Clear?" She clarified the bet they have.