Gumball Woke Up Like This Novels & Stories

Gemma When she woke up again, she felt much better, aside from the fact that she had a headache and had to pee really urgently. Nonetheless, she sat up gingerly, unwilling to have the same happen as the last time she woke up. “Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Grant spoke up from the chair next to the bed. He sounded sleepy and when she glanced at him she realized that he’d fallen asleep in the chair next to her bed.

Drastically. ******** Morning After I Got Caught ****** I woke up gasping for air, as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Someone had just thrown water at me to wake me up, and I just watched as a bald man walked out of the room with an empty bucket in his hand. I don't know how long I was out, but I groaned from having a stiff neck. My ankles and wrists felt sore and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright light coming in from a window, and that's when it struck me.

“You have been granted a second chance.” The words settled deep in my bones, filling the empty spaces I had long forgotten. “Use it wisely.” With a resounding crack, he struck the gavel. A brilliant, warm light erupted around me, engulfing me in its embrace. It was unlike anything I had ever felt—like the universe itself was wrapping its arms around me, whispering, You are not lost anymore. I closed my eyes— And just like that— I woke up. The first thing I heard was the rhythmic chime of a pinball machine, its blinking lights casting a colourful glow.

My head was throbbing severely and I feel like it is going to break into two. "I am sorry," he whispered again. He sounded so helpless and weak. I ignored him as I closed my eyes. When I woke up, I was alone in the room. I knitted my brows. I am not sure what day it is or what time it is already. Is it Monday? I checked my phone and saw that it is still Sunday. I sighed as I shut my eyes. My stomach is grumbling. I feel so hungry. The door suddenly opened and it revealed Greval. He was stunned for a moment when he saw me already awake. He blinked several times before he closed the door.

4:05 am The alarm clock on a phone began echoing around the small living space of a small cabin. The ringtone that has been set as an alarm clock was called At My Best by Machine Gun Kelly woke up a half-naked man with fair muscle with a few healed claw scars. He began stretching and doing his usual morning routine - brewing coffee and toasting some slices of bread and reheating leftover food from last night's dinner. “Luca, wake up, dude.” the man knocked on the wooden door of a room before waking up another man who was totally knocked out beside his wife and youngest child in their midst.

Like being born again. "Caroline, don't sleep here," Balthazar grumbled from next to me but I ignored him. I closed my eyes and smiled peacefully when I heard his grunt muffled by my sleepiness. Then I did what my body had wanted from me ...sleep *** Unlike normal people who wake up by opening their eyes slowly, I woke up with my eyes immediately wide open. The foreign pillow my head was leaning on was now a pastel pink, matching the duvet and sheets. My head was throbbing-

Like being born again. "Caroline, don't sleep here," Balthazar grumbled from next to me but I ignored him. I closed my eyes and smiled peacefully when I heard his grunt muffled by my sleepiness. Then I did what my body had wanted from me ...sleep *** Unlike normal people who wake up by opening their eyes slowly, I woke up with my eyes immediately wide open. The foreign pillow my head was leaning on was now a pastel pink, matching the duvet and sheets. My head was throbbing-

Eventually, somewhere between Ghostface’s third kill and a rerun of part four, he passed out on the couch. He didn’t know what time it was when he drifted off. But he knew that when he woke up? He needed to do something Next Day...... He woke up stiff as hell. The N*****x logo bounced around the screen like it was taunting him reminding him just how long he'd been knocked out on that damn couch. He rubbed his face, cracked his neck, and squinted at the time. 11:47 a.m. “Shit.” He sat up, rubbed his face again, then stood, joints cracking in protest. He trudged to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and stared at himself in the mirror.

He thought he was going to die and finally leave this cruel world until a small childish voice rang out “Are you dead? “ the speaker was a little girl adorned in a pink princess dress. She was an oddity in this rundown alley that smelled like death. “Great,” he thought in annoyance, the last thing he needed was another rich brat taunting him before he died. He waited for the taunts and abuses, but rather he heard her talking to men in the background. The blood loss was causing dizziness so he couldn't make up what they were saying. Then he blacked out. “Where am I? “ the young Guvano woke up staring at an unfamiliar white wall. “I am probably in heaven,” he thought “Papa, Look he is awake!”

[Bianca] I woke up with a groan, feeling like drums were being hammered inside my head. Despite being laid on something soft, my body felt heavy and desperately weak. Everything was sluggish—my limbs, my mind, even my ability to breathe without putting extra effort into doing so. "Fuck..." I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple as I sat up on the couch. Slowly lifting my eyes to take note of my unfamiliar surroundings, I whispered, "Where... am I?"