Gumball Ghosts Novels & Stories

My best friend yells and somehow the three of us hear her over the loud music. We start to move around in the gym, Ella leading the way. Suddenly Ronnie stops in her tracks and I follow her gaze to see what got her attention so much that she's forgot to walk. I can't say I'm that surprised when I see what got her so mesmerized. It's them, the Rosemont sisters. Almost everyone is looking at Amelia, Nikolina and Cassandra who are not surprisingly dressed in matching black dresses. Everything from head to toe is matching, from their red lipstick to the lacy black dresses and gold and black masks, one would think they are triplets.

Bradley woke up, but I was invisible to him, he couldn’t hear me as I said his name or see me, even when I snapped my fingers in front of his face. All of a sudden, a bunch of animals came running towards him. Mostly reptiles, including one exceptionally large brown and tan colored rattlesnake, which slithered right through me as if I were a ghost and attacked Bradley, it enlarged in size, and it sunk its fangs into his neck and wrapped itself around his body.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

Remy takes a hit meant for me and goes down hard, ribs cracking. Seras is burning so hot the asphalt is melting under her feet. Kayo’s tails are bleeding gold. Then the ghosts arrive. Al, Frankie, Holly, and the entire 1920s crew come roaring out of the Ohio Club like it’s Prohibition all over again. Tommy guns made of pure ectoplasm. Al (grinning around a phantom cigar): “Nobody touches the Morua kid on my street.” The tide turns. The Severed Circle retreats (two of them limping, one mask cracked clean in half).

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

And if Caleb had to burn the Sterling billion-dollar empire to the ground to melt those handcuffs off Evelyn’s wrists, he would do it without blinking. The Ghost was tired of the shadows. It was time for the haunting to begin in earnest.

Carmoria. When the plane landed, I turned my phone back on. Messages poured in— all about Sonia. Of course. She lived for attention. That's why she made me propose a hundred times. Every rejection, every scene—perfect gossip bait. And I was the punchline. The headlines wouldn't stop: [Shocking! Sonia Quindt left waiting outside the County Clerk's Office—stood up?] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos!]