Gumball Leslie Novels & Stories

"Penny, it's Leslie. Listen, I need a favor from you. And make sure not to tell Sebastian and Claude about this. It will be just between you and me, alright?" **

The vendor hastily lowered his voice and said, "Sir, watch your words! She is Leslie from the Turner family, who has returned from abroad recently. Her grandfather is the head of the Turners, James Turner!" Sebastian chuckled and looked at Leslie without fear, stating indifferently, "Even if James Turner himself shows up, nothing will change. Once I paid for something, I'm not giving it to anyone!"

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Leslie's eyes were wild as they flicked over to my face for a second before she returned to staring over her shoulder. "Oh! Oh, God! She's licking my asshole!" Leslie gasped in disbelief. Her mouth shot open wide once again before she bit her lip and shook her head. "Now she's pushing her tongue--oh!--right up my ass! Jesus, Cheryl, you didn't even ask."

I said honestly. Leslie smiled, twirled once, and said, “I try.” “Wow. Red suits you. I didn’t even know you owned a dress that didn’t have a pocket full of herbs,” Della said. “Funny,” Leslie said with a grin. “I left them at the cabin. Figured I should look like a normal person for once.” I gestured toward the vanity. “Come in. We were just getting ready.” Leslie stepped inside, eyeing my gown with an approving nod. “So, you’re going with the ice blue one. Good choice. It makes you look radiant.”

Leslie sounds too kind for her to turn down and she had no friends so finding one in the upper-class cycle would even be the best solution for her. Since Leslie was willingly sincere and honest, she could take advantage of the opportunity in case she needed anything. She did not know what situation may arise that would make her need her but it's better to have a weapon and not use it than to need a weapon and not have it. "As soon as you leave here we are going on some bonding exercises to ensure we stick together as glue," Leslie said a squeal finishing her sentence.

Except am willing to risk losing my job? it's just not worth it. Or is it? _____ Chapter 1- The Messy Encounter Leslie's P.O.V. My name is Leslie Ruffle , am like a walking time bomb of course there are a lot of other things I could say to describe myself. I'm a food lover, I can eat an abnormal number of my favorite snacks like tacos, pizza fried chicken and any other junk food in just one sitting you name it? Am just a regular old food lover!

“I couldn’t agree more. I can barely keep a goldfish alive. I’m not capable of micromanaging your life. I wouldn’t want to. Do you really think so little of me?” “I don’t know to be honest. I was always told that if I bonded myself to another then I was giving myself to him.” “As I give myself to you,” I whispered. She sighed but scooted just a little closer to my side. We ate in mostly silence. “So how is the hunt going anyway?” Leslie finally asked. “Are we even close to bagging that cyber jerk you’re after? I was hoping to hit the road today. I’m feeling lucky and that casino we passed is calling my name.”

Crystal nodded and said, “I figured as much.” Suddenly, an engine revved outside, and after a moment, Leslie sauntered in. She had a smarmy grin on her face, and there was a strange, handsome man a half step behind her. They were dressed in matching outfits, and in his left ear, there was a black diamond earring, which was a match to the one in Leslie’s right ear. They walked into the living room, sat in the love chair, and Leslie asked them what they were playing.

and hurriedly turned around and left. Like the day before, a group of tomorrow's gossip stars very cheerfully continued to make fun of Colten and Leslie, while Colten helplessly coaxed them, but to little avail. A short while later, Leslie changed her clothes and came out of the hut, and everyone was smart enough to stop making noise.Leslie has such a magical power, without having to say anything, she can already make the people around her not help but love and be afraid of her. Today's lesson was no different from the previous day's. Leslie guided the children's dance moves, Colten accompanied them, and I just stood by and watched them quietly. Soon it was time for the class to end. The stu