Penny X Gumball Novels & Stories

Penny replaced her jaw-dropped expression with a gleeful one. Demetria furrowed her brows, “You won a billion dollar lottery?” "I made a girl friend!” Penny clapped her hands like she was a kid. Demetria gasped, “Oh my God, you made a friend? How dare you, Penny?!” Penny paused, still with a smile on her face, “What?” “You're asking me what? You dare cheat on me?!” Penny burst into deep laughter, coughing slightly at the end, “Don't be silly, Demi.”

As Penelope lay resting, I realized I needed to address the pressing issue of the money I had at the hospital. I glanced at her, noticing the faintest stir of movement, indicating she wasn't entirely asleep. Clearing my throat softly, I asked in a low, cautious voice, "Penny, do you remember the money I had with me at the hospital? Any idea where it might be now?" "It's in my bag, outside pocket," she had mumbled.

Just the bored-ass chick at the ticket booth, chewing gum like it was her last day on earth. “Hey,” I called out to her, leaning over the counter. “You see a blonde guy I came with? He's tall, few a inches shorter than I am.” She popped her gum, barely glancing up. “Dunno. Lotsa blondes around.” “Fucking helpful,” I muttered, already turning away. My gut twisted, a cold prickle creeping up my spine. Where the hell was he? I shoved through the glass doors, stepped out into the night air as, the marquee's lights buzzed overhead but he was no where to be found. I scanned the parking lot, ready to yell his name, when a fist slammed into my jaw hard enough to make my my teeth rattle around in my

And now, here was Presley, up at 6:00 AM, packing a lunch box because Vivienne had mentioned her stomach was a little off. Watching him slide the lunch box into a tote bag, I couldn't help but laugh. He paused what he was doing and looked at me. "What's so funny?" I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. "The 32,000-dollar necklace. Was that part of your mentoring, too?" His expression visibly stiffened. "Have you been snooping through my things?" "I saw the transaction record." I held his gaze. "Presley, she just got a full-time offer. Does that really call for a 32,000-dollar necklace?"

Annoyed with herself for not being able to block his presence, she pressed her shaking hands into her lap. ‘If you keep scowling like that, no one will dare come over for a reading.’ Penny, Rachel’s younger sister by five years, plopped down in the overstuffed chair with the grace of a tired puppy. Wearing a loosely woven dress of cobalt-blue cotton trimmed with colorful beads, Penny had completed her outfit by adding half a dozen earrings in each ear and enough bracelets and rings to start her own jewelry store.

those coins what did they do? He’d turned it around in his head the entire time he wandered through the fair. The coins did something. He’d accidentally given one to the cashier at the Quickmart and got exactly what he’d asked for: a half-price Pepsi, despite the recent sale being over. And he’d presented a coin to the vendor selling tickets out front, asked for an all-night pass and got it. And, he felt sure if he returned to the front gate and asked the attendant about it, the old guy wouldn’t remember Bobby any more than the Quickmart cashier.

You must be sick" Lance smiled and dropped his tablet on the table in front of him. "You recognize that picture? Pearl looked into the screen and her eyes widened a little. She tried to conceal her reaction but she was too late. He had caught it. "I…I…don't know what that is. It's just something trash. How should I know? If this is some child's game Lance,I'm not interested. My husband and I are busy and have places to be! "Busy? You're both jobless waste of air feasting on embezzled loot from the fashion department store"

I followed with the babies, each held securely in their carriers. They were as different as night and day. Penny was tiny, quiet, with a hint of red in her little curls that went well with her name. She had a sweet temperament and loved to be held. Her eyes promised to remain blue—like her mother’s Gavin was larger. Long and lean, bald as an eagle, and eyes that became hazel very quickly—like mine. And his temper matched. His demands were fast and loud. Food. A new diaper. Lift him up. Put him down.

“But when my heels break, you’re buying me new ones.” “Deal.” And just like that, we were running through the entrance like teenagers sneaking out past curfew. People stopped to stare, phones flashing, cameras no doubt snapping our every move. But for once, I didn’t care. Neither did he. We rode the bumper cars first, my laughter echoing every time he crashed into me. He looked far too composed behind the wheel, even when I managed to slam into him head-on, sending us both jolting forward. “You’re ruthless,” I accused, cheeks aching from smiling too much.

“Either she was going to be the volleyball from Castaway and make him Tom Hanks or be Juno.” “Those are horrible ideas.” Shaking my head, we walked back to the livingroom and sat down. “There was some more sexual ones but we all decided to go as something funny.” Penny had made the recliners hers. There was pillows lining it all the edges. Cups and snacks were piled neatly on the end table and her computer was within arms reach. “The Moon Goddess was funny?” I asked turning on the T.V. “Better than the gumball machine she wanted me to be.” Penny pulled up a blanket as Friends started playing. By the time I looked over at the next commercial, she was passed out.