Gumball Leslie Novels & Stories

“I want to do some practice later back at Rave’s, but it wouldn’t hurt to get in a bit of work right now.” “I’d love to see you do it,” Balin said. Leesa took another swallow from her mug and then set it down on the floor in front of her chair. She took a deep breath and silently repeated her trigger word in her head. When she was ready, she held her right hand out in front of her, palm up. “Illuminati verdus,” she said. The glowing orb immediately appeared just above her palm. It didn’t seem quite as bright as the last one, but Leesa was pretty sure that was only because the cabin was not as dark as Rave’s house had been. The light lasted about ten seconds before it winked out.

Glen cut in immediately, "you wouldn't know that because you really don't care about me." Leslie rolled her eyes and shrugged, "why would I care? Do you think I'm happy my mom chose you? I would rather pick a homeless geezer than a sugar baby." "Ouch," Glen said in the most sadistic tone I've ever heard, "let me remind you that I work and barely use your mom's money." "Whatever," she flopped back onto the couch bringing out her Airpods and her phone, "do whatever pleases you but don't stress my best friend else I'll kill you before you think of even writing your vows."

And I-I didn't know there was a girl! ANGUS: I can't believe this, Leslie. LESLIE: I know, I know I'm...sorry. I'm so sorry, I was stupid and I wasn't thinking and I just...I'm sorry. *silence * LUCINDA: Are they here? Please tell me they're here! *Sebastian looks at Leslie before they both nod. Everyone begins to become frantic with excitement * JAMIE: What are you waiting for? Bring them out! I want to see my grand children! *tears up *

She gingerly took out a thick book from her bag and handed it to Les, telling him somberly, "This is the key to Grande Corp's future. You have to bring it to Ms. Turnbull." Since Les was Vicky's cousin, it should be fine handing it to him. As he took it, he nodded repeatedly as he checked the book, while Yara continued, "I'll draw their attention. You can leave through the back door." Les smiled, the excitement in his eyes barely concealed as he put the book away. "That's unnecessary. None of you are leaving anyway." Yara frowned. "What—" Before she could finish, Les whipped out a stun baton and struck her, flooring her with an enormous jolt!

Serena floated, a cocktail in one hand, her face tilted toward the sun. Leslie sat on the pool's edge, her legs dangling in the water, and when she saw me her lips curved up slowly, eyes traveling down my body before meeting my gaze again. "Theo." She purred, "What a surprise." "Dad!" Serena paddled toward the edge, her whole face lighting. "I didn't know you were coming over." "Hi princess, get out of the pool, Leslie." Leslie stood, water streaming off her legs, pooling at her feet, and instead of reaching for a towel she walked toward me, her hips swaying.

Happily, he was alone at his desk, his back to her. Allowing him a fighting chance, she said coolly, “You look a lot different when you’re not covered in fuzz, Graybeard.” He spun around so fast, he nearly fell out of his seat. “Rain! What the…” he trailed off, apparently realizing he was better off with his mouth shut. She smirked. “Hello, Azion. I thought I’d show you what you wanted so badly. What do you think?” She rolled the Bell between her palms, walked it through her fingers like a Chinese exercise ball. “Nifty little toy, isn’t it?”

Too light. “I’m… okay,” Jane said, arms folded, body angled away. “Want to come with me?” Sara offered, smile practiced. “Grab dinner? My treat.” Leslie turned, catching the picture in a single, sharp glance. “What are you doing?” Her tone was gentle steel. She stepped between them and held out an arm. “Come here, Jane.” Jane slipped to Leslie’s side. Sara’s hand drifted off the pendant at her throat—two branches of wolfsbane encircling opposed helmets—only after the girl moved away.

The laughter is prolonged and it’s of clear mockery which seems to infuriate Beverly. “What the hell are you laughing at?” “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just crazy to think I can get kicked out when I am the reason you both got to step foot in here in the first place.” Leslie says. Her words are clear yet confusing. She’s insinuating something impossible and I want to ask what she means but as always, Beverly beats me to it. “What does that even mean?” Leslie steps closer so as to look Beverly dead in the eyes. “It’s exactly what you are thinking, Beverly. I am the reason this gala is being held. I am the reason you are here.”

explained Thalia, seating clumsily on the bed. "Let's not talk about that, love. The boys are waiting, and we need this moment. We need us. No work at least for now," snorted Gaby, asking for Thalia’s hand. "You took the engine, didn’t you?” "Yeah, I did. How did you know?" "I see the way you're holding your right hand. It aches," responded Gaby as they both led into the shower room. UNITED STATES (LA) Teca warehouses.

"What? No, I can go on my own." "Are you sure?" Julian pressed on, and she nodded and rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not a kid, you know." Julian smirked. "You know that's not what I meant. Be back soon; I'll be waiting." Leslie nodded and left the lounge, asking for directions from a cute waitress she saw. She walked in the direction of the women's restroom. After easing herself, she walked out, and a feeling of unease passed through her. She felt like she was being watched. She increased her footsteps, and when she turned around another corner, she ran into a person's chest. She looked up in trepidation—it was the man in a fedora at the auction.