Gumball Finale Novels & Stories

Call it a fluke or prediction of the trajectory worked. However before he could touch the final org, the phantom AI hand moved faster than a streak of lighting. The grid disappeared immediately, and Kendrick found himself back in the real world. The EchoCube beeped, indicating that he had failed the final round of his current level. Kendrick smiled wearily, feeling a sense of blood-rush. He failed the final round but he knew that he did a better job than the last time. ~Tch "My score went up… but I couldn't get to the last leve—!!"

Well except the blue big prized dolphin. A dolphin of my dream. "Another try." Xavier hands him another fifty bucks. The game guy smiles as he collects the money he must be enjoying Xavier's failure, I mean he's making a lot of money from Xavier. He got the first, second then miss the third. And I got handed another sick doll. Am gonna faint if he gives me another. "Xavier its enough, you can't waste all your money on this sick game." I place a hand in Xavier's shoulder when the failed the eleven try. I now had a handful of dieing stuffed animals in my hands.

Mister William and Benjamin! "Oh my gosh! All my son's bets are in! Can't we go there yet?!" I heard Ruby say from the back. "The sixth member is...mister Riki!" The crowd outside was shouting so loudly. I was still the loudest of the crowd. " We are now at the last member who will compete the final member. And I won't take it any longer. The last member is no other than mister Uno!" Confetti rained on the stage and all the StarLanders and the final seven burst into tears. While dancing.

"For Kate's year-end bonus this year, let's just give her 500 dollars to keep up appearances." My boss' nonchalant conversation with the accountant drifts through the half-closed break room door. "500 dollars? But Mr. Ribeiro, she's our top salesperson this year," the accountant reminds Rupert Ribeiro cautiously. "The new guy, Carter Stevens, just closed a small deal, and you just approved a 5,000-dollar bonus for him…" Rupert scoffs. "You don't get it. Carter's a man—a rising star. You have to throw money at him to bring out his killer instinct. "As for Kate, she's a 40-year-old woman. She's old. Even if she leaves us, who's going to want her? Giving her 500 dollars is already doing her

She grabbed my chin and then forced me to drink it all up. "Didn't you want me to save that old woman of yours? Drink up! If you finish all of it, maybe I'll help that old hag! How does that sound? Hahaha!" I swallowed it mechanically, just like a puppet with Helly pulling every string. After a long while, a single tear rolled down my cheek.

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Justine snapped out of her reverie and suddenly felt a flicker of nervousness. After composing herself, she opened the door again. It was Jack Titterington, my close friend. Jack dropped a heavy box right in front of Justine, then clapped his hands. "These are all things Craig told me to give you. Take a look and see what's inside. "Oh, and he asked me to get a cloth doll from you. Said it was crafted by his father, and he only plans to give it to the one he loves."

Every head turned toward the door, where Claire stood. Someone scrambled to explain. "It's not what it looks like, Claire! Just a stupid game!" "A game?" Her eyes were like ice. "Finley was about to kiss her, and it's just a game?" Finley's friends scattered like roaches. "Uh, I gotta run. See ya!" "Same, man. Oh, uh... happy anniversary." As his friends bailed, Finley scowled. "Seriously, Claire? It was just a stupid game of truth or dare. I lost. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

She offered him the means to redeem himself, and maybe that was all the saving he really needed. “Well,” said Mr Isimud. “It’s the final chapter of your story. Will it be the final chapter of Melissa’s? I have to say I’m intrigued. You don’t cut an impressive figure in the least, in spite of the immaculate cut of your clothes, but no one has ever made it to this place before. I’m excited to see how this ends.” “All you need to know is that it’s going to end,” said Jimmy. “Given the six thousand year precedent, I rather doubt that.”

The barcode was gone. I looked at my own chest. The skin was clear. Caleb leaned against me. He was exhausted. He was messy. He had morning breath and a gash on his forehead. "So," Caleb said. "What do we do now that we're broke?" I looked at the crowd. At the world we’d broken and remade. "I think I’ve got a gambling debt to pay," I said. I reached into my pocket. I pulled out a single gold coin. "And I know a guy who can get us a deal on a used hockey rink."