My Bubbles Novels & Stories

"At dinner you handed him the salt without looking at him. You put it on the table between you and pushed it. Like a bridge with a toll." "I was being efficient." "You were being weird." "Eat your pasta, Mason." Bath time nearly kills me. Mia wants bubbles. The estate doesn't have bubbles because Edward Blackwood apparently didn't believe in anything that produces joy, so I squirt dish soap into the tub. The bubbles come out flat and thin and smell like lemon cleaning spray. "These are wrong," Mia says, poking the foam. "They're bubbles." "They're plate bubbles." "Plate bubbles are still bubbles." "I'm going to smell like a kitchen."

CHAPTER 26: “Looks Like We’re Doing A Pool Scene, Baby” Sophia The bathroom was a humid sanctuary, thick with the scent of bath bombs. I sat on the edge of Summer’s tub, sleeves rolled to my elbows, warm water sloshing gently every time she poked at the mountain of bubbles. Vanilla cupcake foam clung to her chin like a tiny beard, she giggled, blowing a handful into the air so it floated down like sweet-smelling snow.

I demanded. “We were getting along, but then he started saying that never mindnd.” Skyr paused and looked away when his cheeks started to flare up. He started clearing his throat and fixed himself before looking at my direction once again. “I think you’re brother just got the bubble trick.” He said this while pointing to Byron, who was jumping up and down in delight as a massive bubble floated on top of the ocean's surface without bursting. “I guess that it is about time to us to leave.”

Move it. Water from all sides came rushing in, bubbles popping around. He came to, gasping for air. He was giddy. Fear of drowning got the better of him. It had a deathly grip on him, he struggled. He flapped his feet and got out as quickly as he could through the open window, flipping his two arms, and pushing the water downwards to force himself toward the surface, leaving the Beetle to go down slowly to the bottom.

Sam asked with an eye roll. "Huh?" Lexi frowned. "We used to have this pond in the middle of the garden between the two sheds. It had loads of these massive koi carp and other fish that were really cool. Then Edward dropped one of those washing liquid gel pods into it and killed them all. They filled in the pond after that," Sam explained. The story didn't surprise her, after watching his behaviour today. The guy was clearly disturbed. "Well... he sounds like a psycho," Lexi commented, hoping this would lead him to offer up more information.

"Instead of a business situation." He meets her eyes. The counter noise — the kitchen, the other diners, the particular Barcelona night outside — recedes in the way it does when a conversation reaches the part that matters. "Probably exactly like this," he says quietly. The gambas go cold. Neither of them notices for a while

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

It was so much fun for the two. Corentin remembered when he was just a little boy, his mother would take him on a casual walk like then and bought blow bubbles for him to play with. It brought a nostalgic feeling inside him. He turned to Clara who was blowing her bubble with a big smile on her face. The two were suddenly like children again, having fun without a care in a world, wrapped in their own little world.

His voice lies between insulting and boring. “If I don’t have what it takes, then why do you feel threatened? Is four against one necessary? I taunted as I let out a dark grin on my face. I stretched my arms sideways and rotated my body in the air. They may not have noticed, but I created an invisible bubble around me that can absorb light and immediately burn other elements upon contact. Once they start firing on me, whether they use lightning, water, trees, or earth particles, it will never hit me so easily.

Exhausted, I felt like soaking for a while. As the warm water embraced my body, I closed my eyes. The soap smelled heavenly, and I was delighted to see the tub filling with bubbles. Even though I wasn’t wearing anything, the bubbles covered me entirely, and it made me relax. “Lex.” My eyes snapped open when Chase entered. He smiled as our eyes met. Thankfully, the bubbles were thick enough to keep me from feeling too exposed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist the bathtub,” I said apologetically.