Gumball Ghosts Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

"Miller! Report!" ​The glass doors didn't open. They shattered. ​A flash-bang grenade detonated inside the salon, a wall of white light and a thunderous roar that sent the guests screaming to the floor. Through the smoke and the ringing in their ears, the Ghost appeared. ​He didn't come in shooting. He came in like a shadow.

The ghosts looked fully recharged, lounging around in small groups and staring at me with bright, expectant eyes. A cold, mechanical voice rang in my head. "Game completion reaches 100%. Congratulations on clearing the game, Player. You will be logged out in ten minutes." I froze and was utterly stunned that everything had gone by in just a brief blur. Though it was a horror game, it felt like I was just here working part-time. With a sigh, I put on my brightest smile. "Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?"

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

When the man saw her token, he was surprised to see that it was red. There were four colors of tokens for entering Ghosthorn—red, yellow, blue, and black. Each reflected the owner's financial status. A red token indicated that its owner's wealth amounted to more than a billion dollars. He'd been at Ghosthorn for many years, yet she was only the fifth person he'd met with a red token. The token for entering Ghosthorn was made from special materials, so it was impossible to use counterfeit tokens. This was because the tokens themselves contained hidden intricacies. After validating the token, the man led Lucille to the entrance of the underworld.

Ghost has already put a price on his head, and he knows that the underworld won’t sleep until he is caught. His boss also said that Ghost has already marked his location, so will he even be able to leave this place alive? What was he supposed to do? Die together with Damian? “Marcus, what are you thinking about? Can you say something?” “Mark, have you ever heard of someone called Ghost?” “Ghost?” Mark frowned after hearing the name. He searched through his mind before he nodded, “Yes, isn’t he the legendary underworld boss who turned the whole underworld upside down? I also heard that no one has really seen him, and he always wears a scary mask whenever he is going to meet people.”

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

Barney shrugged his shoulders. Each piece fit together. One after another. I looked back toward Barney. “If Ghost wanted to disappear…” I paused for a minute and looked back at my screen. “He’d need someone capable of making that happen. Someone with resources. Money. Connections.” I looked back at the photograph. “Someone like Viktor Sokolov.” Barney slowly nodded. “It explains why Ghost disappeared inside Draven’s palace.” “It also explains why nobody has been able to identify him.” I said matter of factly. The more I looked at the picture… The more convinced I became. I finally pushed my chair back from the desk. “I want everything.”

“What are you yelling for? Am I blind? This hospital is filled with people trying to catch this lass. Are you trying to lure them here?” Although the subordinate had been slapped, he didn’t seem the least bit angry. Chuckling, he said, “Got it, Brother Gus. Those buffoons outside are too scared of ghosts to come in, saying that the girl can’t hide in here. Fortunately, my Brother Gus is brave and has led us here to a jackpot.”