James Bond Bubblegum Character Novels & Stories

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?"

Charisma has been jotted down several times. I smirk and whisper, “Please.” “Show me yours?” I shake my head. He pulls out that gum from his pocket. “Want a piece?” His gaze holds mine steady, clear and wide and so blue, too damn innocent for my liking. I search his face for answers, trying to determine if he’s dropping a hint about the note, but he gives me nothing. “No. Thank you.” He shrugs and keeps his voice low. “Fresh breath and all that. You been hooking up with anyone lately?”

Jamison grab my hand and let me sit down on the bed that he previously rolling around. "You see brother we can't agree on what show a certain character appeared." Gabriel started. I furrow my eyebrow."Who?" "Aloysious Snuffleupagus." Jamison replied. Who? "He's in harry potter right?" Gab said. "No! I told you I heard that name in Star Wars!" Jamison rebut. "No way! He doesn't sound like from a scifi show!" Gab exclaimed. "He's the hairy one!" Jamison said dignantly. "That's chewbacca." I said.

Bubbles: “Girl, you know that would only cause problems.” Yes, I know. That is why I want you to bring them. Me: “Have more faith than that. James is a forgiving guy. Plus, you know your parents will want to meet Jackson.” Bubbles: “Girl, you are nothing but problems.” Yes, that is my goal. Me: “Whatever. You will want to wait for James to get back anyway.” Bubbles: “? Where is he?” Me: “Some alpha training out of state. He probably will not be back for another six months or so.”

“Don’t be so angry, Mr. Morgan!” The bald man came closer and gave the people behind him a look. His lackey, who had his face covered, began to search Jeffrey’s body. “He’s clean, boss. Except for this.” The lackey extended his hand, showing a stick containing 12 pieces of bubble gum. The bald man frowned and took them all, before unwrapping one and started chewing it. “I didn’t expect that you would like this!” And then, he carefully put the remaining gum into his pocket.

"Oh, oh, you're a bubble-blowing master, aren't you?" "Damn straight!" You wish you could do it like me." "Game on." Holding his extended palm, he waited for her to pass some gum. And since she was too nosy for her own good, she reached into her bag and produced another square and deposited it into his waiting palm. After he unwrapped the waxy package, he pinched the gum between his thumb and forefinger, examining it carefully. "Tell me something. Why are you too good for the sugar-free kind?"

Baka isipin nitong ang boring niya at malayo ang kanilang life style. Kagaya nang unang nakita niya ito sa bar, light lang ang make up nito. Simpleng pulbo at liptint lang pero litaw na litaw pa rin ganda. Mahinhin na mahinhin sa suot na bestida, kabaligtaran sa may pagka-wild na pagkatao nito sa bar. "So apo ka ni Lola Carmen? How come?" Parang ayaw niyang maniwala na ito ang apo ng matandang babae. Malayong-malayo sa katangian ng conservative nitong lola si Gieselle. At dahil doon ay mas lalo lang napukaw ang kanyang interes.

She’s weighing her options, trying to decide if I’m a threat or an ally. She finally meets my gaze, a small, tight smile playing on her lips. It doesn't reach her eyes. "Sorry," she chirps, her voice suddenly bright, too bright. "Never seen him before. Don’t know anyone who looks like that." She shrugs, dropping the nail file and picking up a piece of the bubble gum she’s been chewing, pulling it from her mouth and stretching it between her fingers, an unnervingly casual gesture. The faint scent of artificial strawberry wafts across the counter.

Liam shook his head and walked toward the big guy nursing a beer at his kitchen table. "Hey man. You remember my little brother, Ethan, right?" Liam stopped beside the guy as he glanced over his shoulder and nodded at me. "Your brother is the next James Bond, idiot. Of course I know him. Everyone does." He stood and extended his hand to me. The thin bony kid that looked like he was always scrapping for a meal was long gone. The dude in front of me looked like something out of a special ops group. Dark brown hair cut close to the scalp, tanned skin and a mean ass look on his face that warned anyone that came around, this fucker wasn't buying anything, including Girl Scout cookies.

Maybe he was the one who should be getting a herbal candy! The bodyguard, James Jenkins, was frozen with a look that was almost impossible to describe. Carl, however, continued spinning the blood-red prayer beads with his fingers, his gaze calm as he pressed the candy to his tongue. His pale, handsome face betrayed no emotion. Perhaps he was contemplating where to bury the “little miracle doctor’s” body later?