James Bond Bubblegum Character Novels & Stories

The lady rolled up all the flavours he asked into an ice cream cup and gave it to him with a spoon “Zion went next “ I’d like just plain vanilla and chocolate and a little of coffee” She also rolled up his and gave it to him “I’d take bubble gum, vanilla and strawberry” I said Those would’ve been the exact flavors mummy would have chosen if she was here” Zion said through all the icecream he stuffed in his mouth I smiled sadly, reflecting on my wrong decision to leave her. I never liked bubble gum but she convinced me to like it when we were married and I've liked it ever since

" You had the guys believing otherwise on Saturday afternoon. " "I'm just protecting what means a lot to me. You are special; if Blue eyes can't see that , I bet you a blue chappies bubble gum Paul Stone will scoop you up. You are his type trust me ." I swallowed the cake that was in my mouth and took another sip of the hot chocolate. I looked at Marco and laughed for the first time in a while I actually laughed instead of crying . " Blue chappies bubble gum is really hard to find these days. They are a rare breed."

Maybe then this wouldn't be my karma. “You want some gum? You look nervous…anxious.” He patted his pockets looking for the one with the gums. “I have spearmint or bubblegum, don't ask me why I have bubblegum, I think I bought the wrong pack and now I'm stuck with it." He pulled two packs of gum from his jacket pocket and held them out like he was offering me a choice of fine wine, and despite myself I almost laughed. I don't need something else to make me hungry as much as the thought of this interview was making me.

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?

My skin was now on fire, and I wasn’t sure who or what was responsible for it. “I gathered that. I hadn’t counted on exactly how stubborn you are, either. I’m undecided as to whether you’re one of the craziest operatives they have or one of the best. I’m veering towards crazy.” He sighed. There was a stainless-steel travel cup on the side of the bath full of warm tea, and James made me drink it slowly, sip by sip, after propping me up in a sitting position. It was disgustingly sweet, which almost made me gag, and every time he placed the mug against my lips, I almost jumped.

James said angrily, "tsk, I don't want to be the second favorite anymore. It's already suffocating and I truly detest it when it's always William, William, William!" James said, "but I need to act so they won't realize the fact that I'm already Father's adversary, but they can't know that I am the mafia boss of the Dirty Diamond or else my plot to kill them would be in vain." 'what! James is merely portraying himself as a good brother while also serving as the Dirty Diamond's mafia boss, so I think I should likewise pretend that everything is fine and nothing happened', William thought. James was approaching the door when William heard him, so he hurriedly re-entered the stairwell to make it

My breathing slowly calmed and I shut my eyes, feeling his body over mine as well as the rushing wind of the atmosphere. I wasn't going to die. The psycho man was not exactly the psycho I suspected him to be. Probably a tiny pinch of emotion in him. When we landed, I stumbled out of his grip and looked behind to see him removing the backpack from himself with a proud look on his face. I had no idea Mr Pompous would be James Bond in disguise and that was the reason he remained calm the entire time. "Is there something you wish to say?" That was when I realized he had caught me staring and all I could do was shake my head and watch him approach me.

If she said something else to provoke him, he wouldn't buy it for her again. After a while, Elizabeth said, "James..." "What's the matter?" "Uh... I'm a little hungry..." James turned his head and looked at Elizabeth in shock, "Haven't you just drunk this? Do you get hungry again?" Elizabeth blinked "The bubble tea is actually made of water. It can't fill my stomach. I am hungry now..." As soon as she said this, her stomach growled in a loud voice. She was very calm, but James, who was next to her, blushed slightly in a daze.

I asked Langston, unlocking my arms around his neck, "You look like you're ready to pass out. I would rather carry this box alone than carrying you -and the box." He shook his head and continued walking. Determined, I literally hop out from his arms and fell on the floor, tumbling after tumbling, I made sure the heavy box is safe from any droplets of a swap puddle. "What the actual fuck!? Chloe!" I panted for air. Whew! I was like James right there! So, if someone would ask who I am, I'll say, the name's Bond, James Bond. Cue for me blowing the tip of a gun.