Gumball The Jealousy Novels & Stories

“Hmm. I was thinking about getting that one plush, but it’s a few tickets more than I have in my hand. I’m still looking at that.” At that, Gael immediately looked up. The plush was an alpaca, white with an red scarf, its cute face looking blankly down. 1200 tickets, and from what Gael remembered, Arabella had only 900. Well, that couldn’t do. With the remaining coins he had in his hand, Gael turned, heading to the part of the arcade where he knew he excelled. Basketball games were pretty easy for him and they gave great amounts of tickets if you did well.

Bill was whispering something to Ginger and his lips seemed already touching her ears, neck, and cheek. She felt so annoyed and she hated herself for feeling so jealous. 'Are you jealous, Arabella?' 'Come on! You cant be!' 'That's impossible!' In the restroom, Arabella was staring at herself in the mirror after she washed her face. She was bothered with herself. She could not admit that she was jealous of Bill and Ginger. 'No!." She shook her head. She strongly believed that she had no feelings for Bill Sky. 'If you not jealous why are you hiding here?'

She looks so much younger when she's nearer than the first day I saw her at CJ's party. She smirks at me. "We need to have a talk. Eye to Eye. Woman to woman." She sits next to me primly and places the bag on top of her lap. "I am Jezebel. Mr. Jeans' second wife. Everything he owns is mine. And when something is mine, I don't let no one take it from me. Absolutely no one. Not even a cheap slut covered in a pretty face and nice hair. That hero act you pulled won't get you a single cent from my family. You're so desperately trying to get that ring so you can snatch away everything I have waited so long to be mine. But sorry honey, I won't let you. "

Johnny continued giggling behind me so I turned to him with my arched and confused brows. "What is it?" I asked, irritated at the malicious tone of his laughter. "Can you stop?" "Hmm... jealousy is an illness." He said knowingly, purposely avoiding eye contact with me. I snorted and rolled my eyes at the implication. What is wrong with him? Is he actually accusing me of jealousy over that man? And for what? I shot gim a glare, though he wasn't looking, I knew he can feel my eyes piercing through him.

“There’s nothing wrong with your blowjobs, but if someone can perform oral sex while juggling a bowling ball, an electric saw and an egg, then people are obviously going to say, there’s a guy who knows how to put on a show.” “Hmm. I see. You envision this better blowjob coming from a guy.” “What? No. I said ‘guy’ because most jugglers are men. I’m not a latent homosexual, I’m a sexist twat. There is a difference, you know?” Jenny stepped over Laney, who was still grinning at the sky, and picked up the three gemstones. She held them up like a jeweller inspecting her merchandise. She held two in her fist and the third up to her face.

Chase slid into the seat across from me, grinning like he’d just walked in on a good joke. "Yup," Mason nodded. "The legend herself." Chase chuckled. "The girl who made history." I laughed softly, shaking my head. This day just kept getting weirder. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get more bizarre, another guy strolled up to our table. He was older-looking, maybe twenty, with a reddish Caesar cut and a smug grin. "Whose doll is this?" He asked, eyes sweeping over me before landing on Chase and Mason.

*Zayn* I trusted Alexis with my life but the think was that I didn't trust that other guy Jonathan around her. I couldn't trust any guy around her. I mean...take a look at her. Who wouldn't want to have that woman in his bed even for once? It was the first time I was experiencing this jealousy, this green fever that made my heart pound like crazy and make my mind build up scenarios that only made me more anxious than I already was.

"I can't possibly race back to him, he would laugh and make jest of me then he would ask me to fall by his feet and ask for forgiveness which I can never do. So I definitely have to protect myself." I turned back after thinking of a plan. I saw them, they weren't that far from me. I have to do this even if it's the most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I walked stylishly to them holding the leader of the gang by the collar of his shirt, after spotting him amongst others. "Hey, am I pretty?" I asked. He smiled showing his brown teeth, "Sure darling, you are the prettiest". I was disgusted by his wrinkled face. He ought to be a grandpa.

Gil did not hide the incredulity in her tone, her voice trembling slightly with the intensity of her emotions. "Yes, that's why I told you that," replied Aren, noticing that something was amiss, given Gil's gesture of frustration and furrowed brow reflecting the emotional storm she was experiencing. He felt as if he was about to enter uncharted territory, trying to navigate through the complexities of Gil's emotions. "I'm going to change the question, Aren, to see if you understand," Gil raised an eyebrow, challenging but also genuinely seeking understanding. "What makes you more jealous, Jian showing up on his own or me calling him?"

If there was one thing I knew well, it was jealousy and bullying. “Why don’t we cheer for Trent’s recovery?” Gabrielle suggests, giving him an endearing smile that leaves me seething with jealousy. “That’s perfect,” I agree, pushing aside my feelings. “Then here is to Trent’s recovery!” “I’ll drink to that!” Rachelle announces. Smiling, I bring my drink to my lips and watch as everyone else starts to drink theirs. Good, live it up and act smug now. I think inwardly, pretending to be at ease while I make sure that Gabrielle drinks each and every drop of what is in her cup. And once she is finished, she sits it down and fixes her gaze on me.