Gumball The Jealousy Novels & Stories

I turn around and find a Fartello standing behind me. It looks into my full bowl and then back at me. I look away from it as I don't like this creatures and want no form of direct contact or interaction with any of them. It suddenly takes hold of my bowl and tilts it into Gabbys bowl. A little but odd starring contest is held between them for a few seconds and then it walks away. I notice Gabby tensen in her seat and then she begings to discharge the aura of discomfort.

Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I seem to be what I'm not (you see) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Yeah ooh hoo Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Oh yes I'm the great pretender Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I seem to be what I'm not you see I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're Pretending that you're still around That night I knew exactly what I needed to do Also had to clean Johnny's bathroom, that stink can't go off me I run to Caleb's house, I knock on his door He opens it "I'm ready" "Huh?" We were all sited Caleb, Luther and obviously me "So you mean to tell me you threatened the Goblin?

I feel my jaw clench and I narrow My eyes at him. “Did you and Selene not disappear for almost thirty minutes at last night’s Ball?” Caleb jaw dropped and he pinched his nose. “Really? You are talking about Selene?” “Yes,”I say, getting up. “I actually am.You pretend As if all you ever do is think about the mission,but that didn't apply to your chortles up the stairs with her,right?” “Is that jealousy in your tone?” “Fuck you.”I say. “Oh,so it is jealousy,”Caleb mocked.

When she spoke to him, he walked away without even blinking. It didn’t matter. Joy still hated it. It wasn’t about jealousy. It was about principle. One afternoon, Joy caught Hannah staring—again—and felt her jaw clench. Mika, lounging beside her, nudged her gently. “She’s embarrassing.” “She’s persistent,” Joy said, voice dry. Mika smiled like a knife. “You’re jealous.” Joy flicked her forehead. Mika yelped. “Ow! Bitch.” The theme for the Founders’ Ball dropped that weekend.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked like he was modeling for a ‘Calvin Klein’ magazine cover. I looked up at his face only to find him staring at me from the rearview mirror. I snapped my gaze away fast and focused on getting out of the car. “Mr. Bunny wants pretzels,” Isla announced. “Mr. Bunny doesn’t have teeth,” I replied. “Mr. Bunny has imagination,” Isla shot back. Gabe laughed. “She floored you.” “She’s three,” I said. “Still counts.” In response, I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.

“Yeah? So if he keeps talking to Hilda, you won't be upset about it right? You would be ok with it right?” I swallowed, my throat dry as sandpaper. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Because you’re literally vibrating with jealousy.” “I’m not jealous for fuck sake,” I hissed, but even I didn’t believe it. Matt tilted his head, smirking. “Whatever you say, man. But you should probably relax before you crack that cup in half.” I looked down, realizing my fingers had left dents in the plastic. I loosened my grip and I felt my pulse hammering against my skull.

As the situation dawned on her, Shayla shrieked angrily, "Nonsense! I am the winner of the lottery. Take a close look at this!" As she waved the lottery ticket in her hand, Aaron also chimed in, "I think you're jealous, old lady. Shay indeed won the lottery. If you claim you won it, why don't you show us the evidence?" Hearing Aaron calling her an "old lady", the lady lunged at him, but he shoved her away. At once, Aaron told the cameras, "Everyone, don't trust this woman. I think she's the one obsessed with being an influencer. She should be sent to a psychiatric hospital to check if there's something wrong with her brain!"

My gaze flickers to the well-dressed reporter on the TV screen. “Ah, that is easy,” Dad says as he drops the newspaper on the stool beside him and raising a mug I did not notice before to his lips. I can tell that the content of the mug is scalding hot black coffee. Just the way he likes it. He takes a tiny sip that would probably kill thousands of cells on his tongue, then says, “the energy of that school is full of anxiety and jealousy as opposed to the good energy at home.” I cannot help but roll my eyes. “Stop listening to those horrible rumours about ballerinas, Dad!”

People even came on the stage to pinch our faces, noses, as well as our… "Number 68 never went under the knife. She's all natural." "Number 69 didn't go under the knife as well." "Number 70 has undergone a chest enlargement surgery. There's silicone inside her chest." While the host introduced us, the men began raising their bidding cards. Number 70's price was clearly lower than mine and Number 69's. A resentful expression soon appeared on her face. She didn't feel like a livestock that was being sold. Unfortunately, I was a lot more popular than Number 69.

"Unless you're here to tell me I've won the lottery or Dominique's been abducted by aliens, I swear, I cannot handle any more today." Ren didn't even blink. Just shoved his hands in his stupid rich-people pockets, tilted his head, and smiled like he was about to ruin her life and pay her rent. "Miss Deja Moreau," he said slowly, voice dropping into that deep, annoying baritone he definitely practiced in the mirror, "are you... jealous?" Deja froze like someone had just paused her with a remote. Then blinked. Then full-on, hands-on-knees howled. "Jealous?! Please. No. Negative. Void of envy. If I were less jealous, I'd be classified as a Zen monk with a therapist and no social media."