James Bond Bubblegum Character Novels & Stories

I ask him, and he takes a few seconds to reply. “Bubblegum,” He finally replies, and I can’t help but laugh. “What? It’s a great flavor!” he defends himself and I continue to laugh. THE END.

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.

"Yeah, so who does that? Fucking cookies. Sorry, effing cookies. Fucking Thin Mints, you know? Sweetest little kid and then some degenerate just helps themselves. Well, they're going to get theirs. Don't worry about that. They sell these Exlax cookies things. I took them out and put them in an empty Girl Scouts box. Do-si-dos. Who the hell eats those things? Anyway, I then pulled all the tp from the bathrooms. Happy eating, motherfucker. Am I right?" She made an excuse to get some tea and sat on the other side of the room when she came back. "Dude, you gotta let this go. It's just some cookies." "It's not the cookies, asshole. It's the principle. They thought I been sleeping on it. Didn't wa

She gives me a film star smile. "How about a soak in the tub," says James. "Great idea. Charlotte, red, white or cava?" ***** Ten minutes later, up to our chests in warm water and foam, I fill the flutes, passing them across. "'Scuse me a mo," says Charlotte, then slides under the surface. She rises again a few seconds later, snorting bubbles. "How do you feel now?" I ask. James tips his glass to me, smiling, but he doesn't speak. Then, his lids drooping, he looks away. *****

He hopes so~ He reached out, licking the corner of his lips as his hand slowly went closer to his head. Three inches, two inches, one inch, the gap between his hand and on the bubblegum shortened each second. 'Just a little bit closer,' Joel begged. "Young master, you have a letter from the mailbox," a maid approached them. 'Darn it!' Joel cursed inwardly because he failed on his noxious mission once again! "Letter?" The man, with bubblegum on his hair, wondered. "Who will send me a letter?" He asked himself. "Where is it?"

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.