Gumball Woke Up Like This Novels & Stories

His broad shoulders were relaxed, his dark hair slightly messier than usual, completely devoid of the sharp three-piece suit he wore like armor to face the world. He didn't look up immediately, but the quiet corner of his lips twitched upward as if he could feel my shock from across the room. "You're awake," he said, his low, gravelly baritone rumbling softly through the quiet morning air. "Julian?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep, my hand lingering on the edge of the marble counter as I stared at the domestic scene before me. "Are you... cooking?"

Stella the head maid rebuked her girls harshly and got to massaging Gabby. …………. Gabby woke up the next morning on a luxurious king-size bed, she opened her eyes and yawned, feeling refreshed and for a moment was not aware of herself and where she was but it only took a few seconds for her to remember. She jolted up on her elbow to take in the surroundings of the room where she was. It was the same one she was in yesterday but the lightning from the window made everything clearer, the room was well arranged, maybe by a perfectionist or for a perfectionist, there wasn’t a lot in it.

Looking at that eyeball, I kept telling myself that I was awake. "You're awake. You're at home. "You're working. You're having breakfast." I kept repeating it as a mantra when something miraculous happened. The eyeball seemed to sense some confusion and backed off a little. The song started to stutter as if the line reception was bad. The water started to subside and suffocation crashed in. I suddenly sat up, gasping for air. Cold sweat had drenched through my pajamas. Outside, the sun was starting to rise. I touched my ribcage. No gills. The skin there was a little red as if I was having an allergic reaction.

She opened her brown eyes, but they failed to focus on me and then she went limp in my arms. ★★★★★ MUNA I woke up with a little discomfort in my pelvis. I tried to remember what exactly happened after I got into the tub, but everything was a blur. I sat up with a groan and noticed my hand in Grant's. He noticed my movements and woke up. His eyes were bloodshot red and he looked like he hadn't got enough sleep. "Thank God you're okay," he said hugging me tightly. "What happened? What time is it?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

Wood splintered, followed by the screech of metal against concrete. “Gabe?” I breathed, my stomach dropping. Atlas’s eyes snapped toward the sound. “I think he’s awake.”

POV: Cameron The next morning was chaos. I woke up with a gummy worm stuck to my cheek and a highlighter poking me in the ribs. Brandon was still asleep next to me, half-buried under a stats textbook and snoring softly like this was a five-star hotel and not my living room floor. I stared at the ceiling for a full minute, trying to remember who I was, where I was, and why the dinosaur figurine was now perched on top of my alarm clock like it had declared war on time itself.

Heavy boots. Someone entered the bedroom. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I felt hands on me. Rough hands. "She's down," a voice said. "He's in the tub." "Check the baby," another voice ordered. "Baby is secure." I felt a needle in my neck. Then nothing. I woke up to the sound of a jet engine. The vibration was constant. It hummed in my bones. I opened my eyes. I was strapped to a gurney. I was wearing a white medical gown.

Cuddled up in his arms as we relaxed on a couch in the throne room, a few maids did a pedicure on my feet while Golem was fast asleep. Suddenly, I felt a sharp contraction in my belly, making me howl in pain, forcing me to slap Golem awake on his chest with my palm. "Honey bunny, wake up! The pups are here," I managed to say between breaths, moaning in pain. Golem stirred from his sleep, his eyes widening with realization as he saw the pain etched on my face. Instantly, he sprang into action, his demeanor shifting from groggy to alert in a heartbeat.

We could do some squats at night, and in the morning, I’d do pole flips jumping on his mattress. Gabe’s taste and body were as good in real life as in my dreams. I heard voices in the hallway and leapt off the bed, grabbing my clothes and throwing them on haphazardly to see what was happening. It wasn’t flowers or a real ring arriving as thanks for the amazing night. Just a cleaning and organizing crew to fix the mess Gabe made after learning I sold his watch. But… selling Gabe’s precious watch got me the best night of my life. What would I need to sell to get a real ring with his name on it?

Gavi’s POV I woke up to the swollen feeling of my cock, it was red. I sprang up, then looked around me. My instinct told me that something was wrong somewhere, I couldn't fully recall but I started picking up scenes of me going on Tinder, getting a match and inviting her over.