Marshall Lee X Gumball Novels & Stories

Sean came up out of the blue with a villain chuckle. "I'm taking this kid with me," Mars mishandled him by the arm but Adam resisted and harshly detached himself from Mars' grip. "Interesting, we got an imbecile with balls for the first time since Gordon. I think I'll have so much fun this year," He sneered.

Well it is his favorite movie. I picked up a bowl of popcorn and gave it to Maren, who started eating out of it immediately. I smiled, her eyes glued to the screen. The movie started fully and Rylee started taking pictures, “Oh I totally forget we are supposed to take pictures—” Maren said but she choked on her popcorn, “Shit” I quickly grabbed a bottle of water and opened it, giving it to Maren. She collects and sips out of it while Rylee takes pictures of us, “Sorry babe,” Rylee said to Maren. “I already took pictures of the popcorn and drinks and the start of the movie and we are good to go,” Rylee said.

Chapter 9 - Present THUMB THUMB! THUMB THUMB! THUMB THUMB! The beating sounds were as loud as the laughs around them to Jason as he eyed how slowly Ryan licked the icing from his hand… THUMB THUMB! THUMB THUMB! THUMB THUMB! … all the way up from the wrist to his pinky finger in a very bold acting, almost as if it were part of a slow scene from a movie. THUMB THUMB! THUMB THUMB! THUMB THUMB!

We were the only people there—I didn't see even a technician around. We stopped at the tank where glowing jellyfish darted about with their undulating tentacles. "For the record," I told him, "this is the coolest fucking prom ever." He laughed. The noise was low but rich and made my toes curl. "I'm glad," he said. His fingers strummed down my arms. "You know, this is kind of my prom, too. I never went either." "Really?" Marshall might have been a bit removed from traditional society, but he was hot, smart, and wealthy.

Gulp, gulp, gulp… Marcellus kept coughing blood, and his vision was suddenly becoming hazy and blurry. He realized that the sound he had heard was that of a firecracker. He suddenly understood something, and his face suddenly became ferocious. He used his last bit of strength. “F*ck you…” Before he could say the last sentence, Marcellus died. “He’s dead!” Willie said as he put on his gloves and took the gun in Marcellus’s hand. He withdrew the magazine to check, and not a single bullet was missing.

“You two should hang out and bond over your mutual love for Korean dramas.” I forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, we should. Let’s begin, shall we?” “Yeah, sure.” We started working on the assignment – discussing our thoughts, objections, and opinions and writing them down. About 30 minutes into it, Alex pulled out a bag of marshmallows. I watched him as he opened it carefully as if any rough or sudden movement would crush the marshmallow and render it unfit for human consumption. He proceeded to pick one and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he chewed it, making a sound in his throat. It felt like it was just him and his marshmallows that mattered. It was as if he was shooting a comm

As if sensing my unease, Marshall tugs my hand until I’m under his shoulder. “It’s okay, I don’t think it’s anything too bad.” I dart a glance up at him. “You read that?” I ask. “From me?” He smiles. “Jellybean, I don’t need the mating bond to read you. I can do that without it.” Yes, he probably can. He’s proven it repeatedly during our search for a new place which gives me the isolation I crave, but also the short distance that Marshall needs to get to his garage. He keeps saying distance isn’t an issue as long as I’m happy, but it’s an issue for me.

He smells like old books and expensive perfume. "Squirrel Junior," he says warmly, patting my arm without looking away from his laptop. "How was the gala?" I groan loudly. "Don't get me started." He hums, the way he does when he knows I'm avoiding something. Then he clicks play on his laptop. My stomach drops. The viral video fills the screen. Marcellus, shirtless and smirking. "I'd like everyone to meet my wife... She said yes. Loudly. Multiple times."

He stretched his hand for a handshake which I received firmly. "I'm Dexter Hemmingway." I said and he released my hand. "Are you here for Mr Liam Garcia?" He questioned, his countenance turning melancholic even though he tried to hide it which caused me to suspect that something had gone wrong. "Yes, I am. Is there any problem?" His expression was conflicted as if he was hiding something from me. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in an up-down pattern. "We lost him this morning." He announced and my knees turned into jelly.

However, with Stella's previous association with Marshall creating a buzz, the Moores did not know what to think. Group chats started buzzing with messages. "Mr. Moore, are you dating a celebrity?" A new assistant, curious while delivering documents, asked Marshall. He looked at them with a gentle gaze and said, "We're just friends." The assistant felt somewhat disappointed. "I thought you were together. Don't you like her?" Marshall paused and lowered his eyes. "I do," he whispered. Suddenly, his phone rang. Marshall was annoyed to see Ariel telling him about another blind date she had set up for him.