Gumball Leslie Novels & Stories

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.”

“None of this is her fault –” “And you think it’s yours?” Rochelle exploded. “Leslie, why do you keep letting people use this huge empathy of yours to manipulate you? For crying out that’s a hooker’s baby, not your responsibility!” she enunciated the last three words like she was talking to a toddler. “For all we know, that’s not even Jeffrey’s baby. That sleaze bag I know is probably too lazy to get a DNA test done.” Her eyes flashed like she’d gotten another one of her crazy ideas, then she grabbed her laptop and began typing away. After five minutes of waiting in apprehension, she turned the screen around.

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.

*Boom* As though a grenade had exploded beneath his feet, Leslie channelled all his strength into his legs and leapt towards the exit. He was slower than Isaac and that was true; but if he focussed on leaping instead of running, he could make up for that shortcoming. This was impractical in battle, but it was perfect for situations like this. This was his path to escape!

When did Keller get a maid? “Oh, maybe she only speaks Spanish, Leslie.” A girl with short, fake blonde hair walks up from behind her and looks at me as if I’m an abstract painting she doesn’t understand. She is wearing a short black dress that is extremely low cut. Her makeup looks like it is melting off her face. She looks like a person in a horror movie who is turning into a zombie. “Omelette por favor, senor-ita,” the girl named Leslie speaks with a loud and slow voice, “con porko y greeeen peppers.”

she whines trying to get her hands free from mine. “Do not talk about her like that!” I snarl. She glares at me, “I was supposed to be your Luna. You promised me. And I will not give up until I am your Luna,” Leslie says. I realize now how delusional she really is. How did I not see this before? Clearly, I was thinking with a different part of my anatomy.

I rang the doorbell twice before the door was answered. Leslie stood in front of the door and I didn't know why but at that moment seeing her in her white short and shirt with her hair packed in a messy bun, my heart skipped. "Hi. Welcome. Do come in." She smiled at us. She gestured her hands for us to go inside and that was when my eyes caught with the bracelet on her wrist. The same bracelet that Lauren said she threw away. What was Lauren's supposed thrown bracelet doing with her sister, Leslie?

Something fluttered in my chest as I stared down at the pass, wondering why the Game Master had bothered in the first place. As I looked myself over in the mirror, the first thing I noticed was the charm bracelet around my wrist; the one the Game Master had gifted me. The dress and heels seemed planned around the piece of jewelry, but I could’ve easily been mistaken. “You look stunning.” Leslie smiled softly, but a flash of worry lingered in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I asked, watching her through the mirror. I had learned quickly that Leslie was blunt, and when something bothered her, it was near impossible for her to remain silent.