The Everlasting Gobstopper Novels & Stories

What was it? Her eyes stopped on a group of people at the bar, who were enjoying what looked to be chocolate candies wrapped in foil. The chocolate candies were in the shape of a heart. Suddenly, reminded of the M&M’s slogan, Elara marched up to the bar where the bowl of candies were and immediately dumped the bowl on top of the counter much to the annoyance of the guests who were in the middle of enjoying the chocolates, and saw the exact same card she had gotten at the coat check taped to the bottom of the bowl.

Elaine nodded, squinted her eyes, and asked, “Hey, do you think that it’s because there is something special about this Rejuvenating Pill?” Jacob pursed his lips and said, “What can be so special about it? Is it possible that a person could ascend to immortality after eating it? I think that it would be more likely for them to ascend to heaven! Even the Porcupine Bezoar only costs a few hundred thousand dollars each, right? I think that they simply want to hype things up! Vintage Deluxe has not been able to gain any reputation for itself even after years of hard work, so I guess that they are simply trying to use some dirty tricks to get some attention this time.”

Albert said, handing me a long golden goblet. “What is it?” “It is made up of the extracts of chocoberry and blueberries. It tastes awesome.” When I still drink, Victoria laughed and said, “Don’t worry, it isn’t the kind of drink which human beings drink and forget about themselves. This is plain fruit juice if that helps.” Victoria understood my apprehensions so well. They were right; it had a unique flavor that left an incredible sensation in the mouth. I ended up drinking three goblets of juice while narrating the story of my life to a group of attentive listeners. Soon, many others had surrounded us to listen to the story.

It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges. Angelina appeared at the door, accompanied by the driver, showing signs of weariness on her countenance. "I wish you would have waited for me," Angelina expressed, revealing a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. He raised the bottle and took another sip before replying, with a slight disdain in his voice, "You know perfectly well how much these social events bother me." His lips pressed against the mouthpiece of the bottle as the bitter liquid trickled down his throat, momentarily bringing temporary relief to his worries.

My giggle was more amusement than ticklishness, though that may have played a part too. When I opened my mouth to laugh, Dermott popped a strawberry into it, which for some reason made me giggle more. I didn't even care that juice ran down my chin. Especially not when Dermott leaned over and licked it away. Once I'd swallowed the strawberry, Elek's hand was there with a tiny chocolate sphere. "Homemade truffles," he said. "Taste." "Oh. My. God." It was maybe the single most decadent thing I'd ever tasted - well, except for Dermott's blood. I was a woman but still a vampire after all.

What was even more shocking was the small bottle that appeared out of thin air once more. “You must take this after making a choice. You are a special child, and you are on your way to becoming an immortal. It will be a hard path considering the method you are using but if you take this bottle, then everything will be achieved in one go.” Juan was more shocked hearing this word, what was this woman talking about immortality? Juanita couldn’t understand a single word and only confusion was clouding her. “What are you talking about?” Juan asked confusingly as she wanted to get some answers from the stranger.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

Even when they had made fun of me for being so desperate, I had stayed silent. Now, I'd seen him more in these past couple of weeks than I had all of last year. However, I couldn't feel the slightest bit happy about it. Anna always pretended to be generous, but she was clearly boasting when she said, "Mabel, these roses are from Terrence. Would you like one? "This necklace as well. He had it custom-made overseas. Want to borrow it for a while? He's given me so many things that I can't possibly wear them all."

My head was down, scraping the brush against the dustpan, when I saw it. It wasn't glittering like glass. It was heavy, dark gold, catching the light in a muted, ancient way. Nestled right beside the base of the fig tree, half-hidden beneath a stray leaf, was a ring. My hand shot out, snatching it up before I could think. It was heavy, solid, and cold , a man's ring, thick and old. It wasn't flashy; it was subtly engraved with a seal, a stylized 'G' that looked almost like a coiled serpent. It was clearly antique, the kind of ring that had been passed down through generations, steeped in history and, likely, sin.

“Fine. One dessert.” “One?” I scoffed. “You clearly underestimate my commitment.” Before she could protest, I’d already walked ahead, stopping at a stall with a sign that looked like a child designed it: THE GOOEY DOUGH BOMB™. Natalie blinked. “That sounds… dangerous.” “Dangerous is subjective.” I handed the vendor cash. “Two, please.” “They’re huge!” she hissed as the vendor handed over two molten cookie spheres the size of baseballs, oozing chocolate. “There’s no way I’m finishing this alone.”