Gumball Leslie Novels & Stories

"Les, the doctor said my numbers have improved a lot recently. Don't worry about me, okay? Now, why would you feel uneasy? Just focus on your work. And be careful out there, okay?" After hanging up the phone, Winnie saw Giselle walk in. Her eyes lit up immediately. "Gigi! You came to visit me!" She pulled two handmade yarn dolls from under her pillow, one blue and one pink. "These are for you and Les. I spent a long time making them." She handed the pink one to Giselle with a smile, but the next second, a slap landed across her face. She clutched her cheek while the doll slipped onto the floor.

She was so light, fitting perfectly against my shoulder, her tiny hands immediately transferred their grip to the collar of my shirt. "Gabriel!" Leslie shrieked, standing up so fast her chair screeched against the stone floor. "Are you insane? Put that dirty child down this instant! If this is some sick joke, or if you're harboring some secret love child, I am leaving! My father will hear about this insult!" Maya turned her head from my shoulder, glaring bravely at Leslie. "You can leave! Go away, rude aunty!" "You uneducated little monster!" Leslie barked, her hands shaking with rage as she grabbed her designer handbag.

It has been confirmed she would be filming some shoots for Lookious Design’’ Kelly sounded so excited over the phone. ‘’Sis, since it would be almost time for Leslie to disappear from the public, I think we should get a good newcomer who can compete with Jane. She will soon be leaving the company but while she is still there, we can use her to boast the newcomer”’ Dave suddenly voices out. Kelly was more than pleased he was still using his brain. Leslie would have to step away for some time to have their child and while she would be doing that abroad, they had to come up with another face to entertain the fans while they waited for her return.

Gabriel said to cut her off from apologizing again. Leslie's cheeks turned a pretty pink before she looked back out the window. What was wrong with her? She was acting like a giddy schoolgirl around him. She wasn’t as innocent as say Amara, but she had only been with a couple of men in her life. They never lasted two long as she had kept her secret from them and they always found a way to call her dishonest. They drove in silence for the first hour. The driver pulled over to fill up the big black vehicle and take a quick break for everyone to stretch their legs before they all filed back into the SUV and finished their trip.

Her voice dripped with fabricated nostalgia. “Well, kids, my amazing team and I are here today to give you some very special gifts.” Thunderous applause erupted. --- “Lesley, enough with the video games—we’re already late,” Charles said firmly, glancing at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “Lesley, you heard your dad,” Carmen added gently. “Okay, okay,” Lesley sighed, slipping the tablet into her bag before hopping out of the car and heading toward the school entrance. Coincidentally, this was the very school Jessica had chosen for her grand display.

Leslie glares at me still holding my bracelet. " Leslie." Alexa butts in but i stop her. " What? Yeah I'm fucking Gray Carter, you got issues with that? Bitch, hand me back my fuckin' bracelet now." I scowl. " Yo ho." Hazel chuckles. " So what did you have that other girls don't have?" Leslie asks. How can she be this childish?

“Okay Candy-“ laurel said but when Todd glared at him, he corrected himself as he headed for the large fridge. “Rory! What would you like to drink? Light cocktail, heavy cocktail, red wine, beer, vodka….” “Well, I can try….” “She’ll have Juice.” Todd interrupted and I narrowed my eyes at him. “I can try-“ I was starting to speak when someone walked in to the kitchen and I felt my stomach sink to the bottom. Leslie Williams. She wore a mini leather skirt over a tiny black silk top and her blonde layered hair looked perfectly styled. I eyed her perfect model like body and couldn’t help the jealousy that crawled in. Leslie was scrutinising me as well. Her eyes flashed over my body angrilly and

and I pointed to the end of the bar, "and kiss him and I'll never mention it again." Leslie gave me a look that said as plain as any words could have; "You'll pay for this!" Three or four drinks later Leslie got up and started to circulate and she finally ended up at a table where a black couple and a single black man were sitting. A few minutes later the single man got up and escorted Leslie out onto the dance floor. The band was playing a slow waltz and Leslie moved in close to the man and over his shoulder she shot me a glance that said, "Fuck you!" When the dance was over she went back to the table with the man and sat down and had a drink with them. A few minutes later she got up with t

I want to watch you while you jam that big, ever-ready cock of yours into my wet cunt and fuck me senseless! She pushed her bronze bum further back, spread her legs wider, and I gripped my slick prick with one hand, her waist with the other, and shoved my cock-head into her slippery labes. I pushed my hood through Leslie’s soft folds and into her dripping snatch, only vaguely hearing the sound of voices and music, laughter and splashing, coming from some outside world that I was no longer a part of. She moaned, grabbed onto her hanging tits with one hand while keeping her other hand plastered against the glass. ‘Fuck me, Glen!’ she pleaded. ‘Fuck me like you’d like to fuck my daughter!’