James Bond Bubblegum Character Novels & Stories

I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair, while the one at the right had dark black hair, and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond. The mafia's James Bond. "The Dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants.

I say, to the table, to the universe at large, "is Sera. Not Serafina, not Seraphina, not Serpentina, not Seraphew. Sera. I have said this approximately one hundred times today and I will continue saying it for as long as necessary." I take my bubblegum back from Caspian. I settle into the booth and listen to the others catch up while the music plays on without me. My dress is damp. My heels are off under the table. The weight of tomorrow is pressing closer than I managed to keep it all night, and I am too wasted and too tired to hold it at arm's length anymore. I let it be there. Then I unwrap the bubblegum and put it in my mouth and the strawberry flavour is so bright and simple and good t

She waved her little hands and hit James. "Bad guy, I want to go home. I want to go home..." James felt a headache. He hurriedly pulled out the lollipop from the coat pocket with a pleasing smile, "Look, a lollipop. Do you like it? I can give you a lollipop to eat." Gemma raised her little eyebrows and her voice bottomed out, "Don't pretend to be nice in front of me! You're a trafficker!" James was speechless again for a long time, "I'm really not. I just want to..."

“bubble gum. It helps with the obnoxiousness or whatever it is that’s got you all worked up. Have it.” Jasper raised his head to look at the handed gum cynically. He let out his hand to retrieve the gum from ola’s hands and like a prescribed drug, he threw it into his mouth immediately and let the chewing effect of the his teeth to mesh down on the bubble gum. The technique actually worked because he started feeling better and less obnoxious soon thereafter. “thank you:” he said now raising his head to Ola.

His hands slowly move up to his sides, inching towards his holstered gun, touching it for a moment, before grabbing a stick of gum from his pocket. It wasn’t a threat, not really, but it did imply one. “I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman here, but I’ve got a schedule to keep,” he smacked his gum, taking the time to rake his eyes over my figure as he dismissed me with a glance. “I’d rather not run over a pretty little thing like you, but I will do what needs doing.” Closing my eyes, I pinched my lips, holding down a laugh. Who was he? A cartoon villain?

“And you’re not useless. I’ve found a lot of uses for you.” James Bond had found the same uses for nearly every female character in the series, as I recalled. That didn’t make them useful. And even though I’d been so worried about him getting sick of me if I didn’t make myself available to be used, I still wished, pathetically, that he’d see me as something more than an object. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. If I did, I might cry. Or I might spin around and try to claw his eyes out before he could see how much he’d hurt me.

She must have removed the weaves earlier. “And I’m Felicia… I know she won’t introduce me. Bussy’s jealous of my bubble gum chewing prowess. Felicia was wearing a pair of feminine sportswear, while her hair was also let down. Before I could respond, Felicia chewed the bubble gum rapidly in her mouth and blew a lemon sized bubble out of her mouth. We all ‘cheered’ her as it popped three seconds later. “Wow, I’m glad to meet you guys”, I told Felicia.

CHAPTER NINE “Here he is,” said Alfie, as Jimmy walked into the tiny front room of Alfie’s council flat. “George Jung, famous coke smuggler.” The comment was a reference to the real life character Johnny Depp played in the film Blow, one of Alfie’s favourites. It was also a dig at Jimmy over the coke deal, that had gone spectacularly wrong. “More like cock smuggler,” said Tim, a tall fat bloke with a huge beard, who took up more than half the sofa he was sprawling on. He was usually round Alfie’s when Jimmy called.

I feel like strangling him for betraying me and siding with Jane's swindler mate. Now the second thought is how different he looks too. Leather jacket. Tight pants. Both ears are pierced and have diamond earrings. A cross-chain around his neck, with the cross lying on his chest. His hair is a ruffled mess of black, shoulder-length, wavy hair. He's chewing bubble gum. A gruesome beast tattoo runs through his arm. He gives off a dark aura, but in a way that females find both enticing and alluring. He looks classic but in a very laid-back and casual way. True, Flair had warned that this is a different and more sophisticated world. But she never mentioned there will be a character switch.

Who is this guy? Why haven’t I screamed yet? Should I call the police? No, maybe? How did he find me? Stella continued to look at the man in front of her while her mind what racing. He cleared his throat and said “My name is James, James Bond.” Lunafuckingtic.