Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop Cherry Novels & Stories

Accompanied with the small mouth that was opened. This little Bubbles right now was too cute to the public eyes. But Kate was not really in the mood to appreciate cute things right now. Little Bubbles also did not appreciate what was happening right now as he asked his Host in a high pitched tone. “What are you doing Host?!” Little bubbles asked at the top of his lungs. Kate only glanced at him lightly as she opened her lips to say, “We are going there” Little Bubbles eyes widened as a familiar portal to that world appeared in front of them.

POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 54. Isabella’s Pov. I threw my hand over his shoulder, grabbing tightly onto his head as he kissed my lips so breathlessly. He kissed me so passionately yet hungrily. His tongue lashed around my lips, licking me up hungrily, his tongue exploring every part of my mouth with an intensity that had the both of us gasping for breath. He tasted like sweet chocolate and minty chapstick. The flavor was overwhelming, addicting and I couldn't help but pull him even closer to me in return, kissing him with even more passion.

But then, a pause—a pregnant moment of suspense, like the silence before a thunderclap. Then, with a triumphant surge, the cork surrendered. It exploded from the bottle's neck in a joyful burst, accompanied by a chorus of exuberant bubbles. The wine, as if awakened from a deep slumber, leaped and twirled inside the glass, its vibrant hues catching the lights like a mesmerizing dance. The room was filled with the aroma of the wine, a medley of fruits and spices that tantalized my senses. We all picked up our glasses, jubilant as we watched the bubbles simmer down, melting back as wine as it settled in, as Tiger poured wine into each glass.

His tail blended into the plants. “What?” She asked, looking up at him. He motioned with his head to a tooney size bubble coming to her. She parted her lips as he motioned for it to enter her mouth. As she closed her lips the bubble popped allowing the pure water to splash her tongue. She swallowed before giggling, Derek joining her. “Another?” He asked happily. She nodded as another floated down to her. He did the same for himself and Alaska till their parched throats felt alive again.

“For Christ's sake, there's a child in here!” Mom shrieked, covering Emily's eyes and ears. “Put that thing away!” “Oh boy.” Alyssa cackled. “Why is it sticky, Sav?” “It’s cherry-flavored!” I said brightly, lifting the bottle like a trophy. “You’re welcome, Chlo.” Her nostrils flared, and her eyes narrowed into slits. “Are you for real?” “Don't you like it, Chlo?” I pouted, “I thought it was thoughtful.”

The popsicles were in different flavors—vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry some dipped in chocolate with sprinkled tips. Soon, they formed a line, each child waiting patiently. One of them shouted excitedly, “Popsicle Daddy!” Nat laughed, amused by how he had graduated from Cupcake Daddy to Popsicle Daddy. The teacher walked up to him, shaking her head. “There you go again.” Nat smiled, geeky pride written all over his face. “It’s a superpower,” Nat said. “Indeed,” she replied. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” “What do you mean?” Nat asked.

I love Lily, she has been there for all of the craziness, but she really can be a twat. I sit down and Gabe makes his way to my end of the bar, and hands me a glass. The contents of the glass look clear and I can tell that it has something carbonated the bubbles tickling my nose as I sniff to see how strong whatever it is he has given me. “Its 7up”, he says. “Had a feeling that you aren’t much of a drinker, with that whole inner monologue you just had there.” Giving me a wink.

Because I said so. With crossed arms, Josie watched guard over her, as if Laura’s not drinking the sparkling water would constitute a personal affront. The first sip was almost painful, then the next easier. About halfway through the glass she felt an enormous bubble fill her throat, the resulting belch so unladylike she might have roused a standing ovation from a group of truck drivers in a roadhouse bar. Josie’s polite golf clap didn’t quite cut it. “Feel better?”

Lizzy says just above a whisper, it's our turn to go wide eyed. Aries and my eyes catch each other, the shock evident on both our faces. Her voice is sweet with the slight twang of the south to it. She drinks the fizzy drink fast, causing her to burp out loud. Lizzy’s hand flys to her mouth as her face turns a shade of red. “Sorry” Again just above a whisper, we both laugh and Aries burps out loud, making her giggle.

The cherry bobbed innocently on the surface, bright red against the pale pink liquid like a tiny beacon. "Cheers," Deborah said with a smile as she accepted the drink with the cherry on top from Deborah and took a sip from it. The liquid was cool and refreshing against her dry throat, with a fruity sweetness that masked any other flavors underneath. She could feel the cold beverage sliding down her throat, bringing relief to the parched feeling that had been bothering her all evening.