Gumball Finale Novels & Stories

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

“Hmm. I was thinking about getting that one plush, but it’s a few tickets more than I have in my hand. I’m still looking at that.” At that, Gael immediately looked up. The plush was an alpaca, white with an red scarf, its cute face looking blankly down. 1200 tickets, and from what Gael remembered, Arabella had only 900. Well, that couldn’t do. With the remaining coins he had in his hand, Gael turned, heading to the part of the arcade where he knew he excelled. Basketball games were pretty easy for him and they gave great amounts of tickets if you did well.

We are home. THE END

said Riwik to the remaining Shadow Elemental members. April 30, 2005 In the evening, Coralis and Frank were having dinner with Sebastian, Stephanie and Molly at their apartment when Coralis’ gumball machine lit up bright orange and shrieked. They all jumped and turned to look at it. “Holy gods from above, what is it this time,” said Coralis, getting up to retrieve the message. She caught the piece of parchment spat by the gumball machine and read it out loud. ‘Blue Thunder,

"Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last stage, 'Survival of the Fittest'! Both of you have beaten 'Magnet Apocalypse'! "The 100 million dollar prize pool will be evenly split and sent to your accounts. Players who failed to survive till the end of the game will be eliminated by the system in real life. The game will be shutting down in ten…nine—" "Time for us to go back," Riley murmured, sounding relieved. I hummed in response, looking down at the murky waters around my feet. The scenery around me warped when the countdown reached zero, and I found myself lying on my bed in my rented apartment in the next second.

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

Maroon and gold banners flew wildly in the upper decks, completely eclipsing the corporate, high-gloss imagery Caleb had tried to buy the stadium with. Across the red line, Hannah Simpson sat completely frozen behind the glass, her megaphone forgotten in her lap as she watched the final remnants of Caleb's carefully constructed empire turn to ash on live television. "One minute left!" Miller shouted from the Harrison bench, his voice raw. "Hold the blue line!"

So I stopped arguing, picked up the pen, and signed my name. We'll settle this debt later, I told myself. When they saw my signature, the satisfaction in Wade and Ella's eyes was almost overflowing. Wade even smirked and said, "Want me to transfer you a hundred bucks for cab fare?" I let out an icy laugh. "Keep it. You might need it for your own funeral someday." Ella's face twisted with anger, and she almost snapped again, but Wade quickly pulled her back inside. Before the door fully closed, I heard her muttering under her breath, "Finally got rid of those two burdens."

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

[Alice’s POV] The gala had finally bled out. The golden bubble of the ballroom had burst, leaving nothing behind but the cold Swiss night. As the staff began to clear the half-empty champagne flutes, the real world — the one made of steel, secrets, and unspoken goodbyes — settled back in.