Spongebob Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Hala! SpongeBob!" Tumawa na ako gano'n din si Nanay na nasa kusina ng makita naming dahan dahang mag lakad si Seb palapit sa malaking SpongeBob at saka ito marahang hinawakan at maya maya pa ay sinakayan na. "Ate naman eh! Syempre hindi na ako galit sa'yo ang galing galing mo kayang manlambing." Umirap ako at hindi na mapawi ang ngiti. Nang biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko.

We had shared a very, very satisfying experience that day and since then we could not keep our hands off of each other. I giggled as I angled my camera and took a picture of what I was wearing and sent it to him. I was not wearing much. I had on a white tank top and a pair of shorts; however, my cleavage was very much evident. Ambrosius looked at me and pouted. “How come he gets a picture and I do not.” He asked childishly. “Because you get to see them in real life every day.” I retorted. “Whatever.” Ambrosius muttered and returned to watch SpongeBob on the television.

“If in ‘Your Stranger’ by Ms. International_Pen, the yellow cheese is called SpongeBob, what about in our story? Guess the brown square. SpongeBob is for Zhio because he’s smart. And you’re this brown square. Make your guess. Ahahaha. “ “Tss, nevermind.” “It’s Dumo ~ Dumo ~ Dumo! You’re my cute grumpy Dumo. By the way, that crazy woman is a liar. I didn’t make a deal with her! I accepted the challenge because I know you’re going to be my ally. She’s dreaming if she thinks she can take you from me. Just send her home. We’re having so much fun earlier, until she came. And don't ever include your brother in this. You’re my husband. Only you.” Sean sighed and hugged my shoulders. Because I was c

I enthusiastically expressed my first impression when I visited Noah's villa. "Yeah, I believe in you. Hey, why is that Spongebob doll looking at me like that? Doesn't he like me putting it there? Is he angry?" Said Lesley, pointing at the Spongebob doll that was lying upside down on my little seat. The doll's head is down, and the bottom is up. "Oh my God, what did you do to him?" I protested. I went over to the doll and adjusted its position. "Behold, are you mad at me? Just because of that doll you protested? Have you become the mother of that doll? "Lesley protested even more.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

I grit out. "Oohh, I am so scared." She fake shudders then laughs. "You think I am scared of you?" She saunters forward, "You are nothing compared to me. You are just trash and you need to be thrown into the trash truck." Real mature, Natasha. You get insults out of SpongeBob SquarePants cartoons. How original. "Now listen. I don't have time for you or your useless conversations, so I'm going to say it again, slowly this time. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way." I growl

Gives me enough time to enjoy. In a span of five minutes I was on the main roads. I ignored the cars and instead of choosing the footpaths, I drive on the roads. Horns interrupted from all near me. Then I decide to not be a bitch to the world for a day and then turn to the footpaths. I was wheeling towards my house but it had been merely some minutes when I heard someone call my name. I turn the wheels around and see Spencer running towards me. "What are you doing out here? In SpongeBob PJs? Blake almost died searching for you." Wait. PJs? Shit. I look down to my clothes and then remember that I had not changed before leaving. I look at Spencer sheepishly and say,

I put on my phone and saw new missed calls and messages from Damien, I texted Lily to her know i would be at Susan’s tonight and also not to tell Damien where i am, i sent a mail to work and let them know i am sick so Ann could fill in for me today, and I switched off my phone and laid back down in bed I don’t think i am being unfair to Damien as Susan says, yes he told me how his mother was but I wasn’t expecting to be so humiliated and disgraced just because I wasn’t from a more richer background like theirs I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, using a new bathroom Susan had kept for me, i brushed my teeth and washed my face, i went back into the room and wore a long round neck t

she said and started leaving but she suddenly stopped and looked back. The other four are still crying on the ground. She looked at Lucien and he peed more on his trousers, shaking badly. "I actually want to waste my power" she said and walked back to him. "I'm not sorry... chicken" she said and punched his nose. Blood gushed out of it and he went down, passing out straight. "SpongeBob" she said and slapped his unconscious face before looking at the time. "10:05!, Darn it I'm late!" She said and mounted her skateboard.

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.