Gumball I Can't Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

Soon Leon entered with the man who was firmly holding a pink unicorn. “Hey, look who I found outside,” Leon said as he let the man enter. Hannah’s eyes widened, “Toby!?” She uttered in surprise. Toby smiled then marched to Bridget and handed her the pink unicorn. “U..corn," Bridget shouted in glee. "What are we going to say to Mr. Moore?" Gloria uttered while wiping the child's face. "Th..ank you." She said politely as she hugged the unicorn firmly. Toby smiled. "Mrs. Copperfield, no need to be formal, just call me Toby. I'm happy that you accompanied Hannah here." He stated.

After several repetitions, she understood and called out, "Chubby, the elderly man wants water!" Chubby rushed over, checked his condition, and instructed, "Feed him small sips, very slowly. And make sure it's warm." "Got it!"

… I went to the public phone booth and dialled the familiar number once again, expecting no one to pick up like before. But to my surprise, before I could even say anything, a voice—both strange yet familiar—came through. The voice said, "Hello, this is Joseph Coleman. How can I help you?" It turned out that Joseph wasn't dead at all.

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“Let’s not make a scene, alright? You know Esther has depression, so stop being so aggressive.” The screen behind us was still showing close-ups of their faces, and the crowd was buzzing with chatter. My coworker, standing below the stage, was desperately signaling for me to wrap things up. For the sake of the mall’s reputation, I bit back my anger and handed them the prize voucher. “Congratulations to the happy couple. What a 'perfect match'.” Joel reached out as if to grab me, but Esther pulled him back, rising on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Charlotte greeted her with an easy smile, then added with feigned surprise, "Why didn't you call and let me come get you? Oh, right. I forgot you can't speak." She said it casually, like she was commenting on the weather. Nissa tugged the corner of her lips into a polite, silent smile and sat down. Charlotte suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, I ran into Benjamin's uncle yesterday. He mentioned how much they expected you two to have a baby." The atmosphere at the table froze instantly. Benjamin scoffed and said, "I'm not letting a mute give birth to my child. What if it turns out mute too?"

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.

“He’s Rafa Lemon.” “That name is not helping your case.” “He fixed my crown.” “We’ve already discussed this.” “So picture is payment.” I stared at her. She stared back with the serious expression of a tiny debt collector who accepted strawberries and threats of tears as currency. “Your crown was not repaired through a barter system,” I said. Gabby pointed at the words above the drawing. “It says thank you.” “I can read. I went to school.” “Then give him.” “No.” She pulled the paper back, hugged it to her chest, then lowered her face until it almost touched the table.

He signed the papers without even looking. Halle's smile brightened. She pulled a silk scarf from her bag. "Jasper, can you help me with this ruby pin? It's stuck." He glanced at it. "Throw it away. I'll buy you a new one." "No, I really like it. You have to help me." With a sigh, he took the pin, fiddling with it. Suddenly, his hands froze and he dropped the pin. "Ah, you pricked your hand. Let me see..." Halle said, grabbing his finger.

Not even an echo bounced back. Just then, the sound of a door opening came from his end, followed by Gianna’s voice, filled with thrill. “Lorenzo! Marco said that the seller for the Tribeca penthouse is going to give us two more weeks. Can we check out the place tomorrow?” His heartfelt confession came to an abrupt stop, his voice dripping with doting affection. “I just got stitches, sweetheart. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. It’s my fault. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”