Oneshot Gum Novels & Stories

This is going to be a long semester. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of Big Red gum, unwrapping the red rectangle, popping it in his mouth, and chewing. How can a dude look hot chewing on a stupid piece of gum? I don’t have an answer for that, but of course he manages to pull it off.

JORDAN The sound of chewing gum hit me like sandpaper across raw skin. Slow and, loud. Each pop scraped at my ears, making my jaw ache. My fists clenched at my sides, knuckles white with tension, but I didn’t move. I just watched her. Kayla sat there, one leg crossed over the other, her back pressed into the sofa, one hand lazily resting on her belly, the other twirling the gum in her mouth as though it were some toy she owned. She didn’t even glance up.

So I sighed impatiently and paused to open the purse I had dangling over my shoulder. “Just a sec. Let me check my stash—Aha.” I found an open pack of gum with three pieces left. Extracting two, I held out one in each hand to disperse them equally. “And they’re orange flavored, huh,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows to make my gift look more appealing than we all knew it was. “The best.”

I growled again. "Open fire!" The command was given and it had to be obeyed, I knew what would come after. If only would listen for once, even from a distance I could hear the pumping of their blood, I could smell it and even taste it already, I remembered how sweet and salty it was, I remembered how warm and thick it felt on my tongue, I could recall how filled and satisfied I was after I drank; with just one sip I was addicted... How could I hold myself back from taking another sip, another bite, when the world couldn't stop me how I could stop myself when I knew not what I had become.

Martin leaned lazily on his sofa Stephanie walked toward him, sitting on his lap, “I won’t do that again, I promise!” She brings her face closer to him and kisses him Martin kissed her possessively. When he released her lips, he said “You know I don’t like my woman being touched by others! You’re mine only! MINE ONLY!” “I’M YOURS. FOREVER YOURS!” She said it and he got up, bringing her to the bed, starting to strip her night dress

Hard. Certain. The crowd gasps as one. Damon catches it in stride. One second. He taps it into the empty net. The horn explodes. Game over. We win. The arena erupts into chaos. Gloves fly. Sticks clatter. Teammates crash into us from every direction. But in the middle of it, Damon grabs my helmet and presses his forehead against mine. “You idiot,” he breathes, half laughing, half shaking. “You were open,” I say.

“Needs brackets, screws and maybe a level.” “For mum,” I say. “Yes,” he replies, curt. I lean over the cart. “You’re sweet, you know.” “Don’t act like this is cute.” “Is it not?” I reach for a pack of brackets, holding them up. “These match your personality. Industrial and slightly aggressive.” I attempt to bark. He takes them from my hand, his fingers brushing mine for half a second too long and we both freeze before he drops them into the cart like they’ve burned him.

Sienna’s smell still haunted me, unrelenting, scorched to my bones. “We need a Luna, Ronan,” Elder Marcus said, voice stern, with a tablet in his hands. “The stability of the pack relies upon it. You’re unmated, distracted. Choose someone.” Silence fell over the room, as all eyes on me. I snarled, my wolflike voice growling out the sound from deep in my throat, and pressed forward, my eyes boring into his. “I pick nobody,” I said, each word weighted.

FIONA'S POV. “How about this lip tint?” Amanda asked, walking up to me as she applied it on her lips. I shook my head. “Hmmm, I'm not sure about that. It doesn't look like your style. It looks weird.” I hit her butt jokingly as I checked through the shelf. “I want to try more something bolder. Most of the ones I have are cool colour and moreover guys are attracted to bold girls.” she giggled. “You are such a slut.”

He asked as his eyes showed a newfound excitement. I guess there was no going back. I sighed and followed him to a black BMW, fidgeting with my hands. He opened the passenger seat motioning me to sit inside. I guess chivalry isn't dead like I thought. Or maybe he's trying real hard to be a nice guy. How can you trust him, Mel? I sat inside smelling the fresh scent of lemons. God, I loved lemons. Yes, I know I'm a freak but there is no denying my love for three things. Mint, chocolate and lemons.