The Grieving Gumball Novels & Stories

Actually She had the ice cream and I had it from her juicy lips. I was happy we came back home and I was shocked seeing everything of our room destroyed. What happened? Actually The guards took an off when we weren't at home..Someone just sneak in our house. How dare he. I asked Ash about USB and she opened the draw but it wasn't there. Ash started crying. Ali " Why are you crying Ash? Nothing happened! " Ash " We lost our evidence Ali." Ali " No my love we didn't. They only took the USB."

Ignore the sound, stay safe and sound— “Oh, come on.” I rubbed my forehead. “Stop rhyming.” Maybe the hospital had done permanent damage. Or Purple Gardens was making me strange. Considering the people here, that was also possible. I climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket over myself. Whatever security was looking for outside, they had enough people to find it. I wasn't helping. For once, I was going to demonstrate good judgment. I closed my eyes. Sleep tight— My eyes opened. “No.” The Gravelly-Voiced Man

Zaika's pov Gallum had been weak and it bothered me that he would simply sacrifice himself so callously. I felt angry with myself for being hurt by my backstabbing best friend's sudden death. I had won the crown yet wasn't thrilled. Tucking the document in the inside of my shirt I glanced around. Seeing all the chaos Gallum had caused by his explosive death was heartbreaking. Vossler and Bryce seemed unaware of the devastation going on around them until I shouted at them both to look around. Taking their eyes off the stacks of bills they held they glanced around. Both their eyes bulged and mouths fell.

I walked into the cab I had called. At least twenty missed calls from Delvin, I switched off my phone not bothering to return any of his call. Without any warning my body gave into the pain and sadness as I started to weep. Before this moment I had not known that our muscles take part in our grieving process, I had not known that a person can cry to the extent that their insides feel sore, to the extent that their head feels heavy and their vision gets blurry.

Isa is just another nobody that doesn’t care if I die tomorrow. And those two corpses, oh how I miss them out of nothing. Why? Why am I grieving for you? Why do I care? Grief is like a ball in a mason jar filled with a single ping-pong ball. All this time, a fourth-dimensional hand keeps on shaking this jar, and every time the ball hits the glass walls of the jar it hurts. It fucking hurts so much. Why am I allowed to hurt?

"I'm fine. It's just that there are too many Tomb Crawlers. It's a little troublesome to clean it all up. How did they appear here?" We want to know too. Tristan was a little depressed. He almost caused a disaster. "Bettany whispered, ""Those worms don't like sunshine, so the body inside has been dead for at least five days.""" "Hearing Bettany's words, Mango and Tristan were not surprised." "But if she had been dead for more than five days, how could she still look that alive?" Mango was a little confused. "Bettany looked at Mango and explained, ""This is what the Tomb Crawlers are great at. They can make a dead person appear alive. Only when they have bred enough and kill themselves by exp

Pale-faced and terrified, I clutched Nicholas’s hand, begging him to take me to the hospital. Instead, he kicked me in the stomach—hard. Then another kick. And another. With a chilling laugh, he sneered. "I paid people to frame you for that medical accident. "Theresa, can you believe it? Some people will even die for money. The poor will do anything for cash. Hahaha!" My pupils dilated in shock. He let out a cold chuckle. "I bribed them all. And now, you have only one path left—death. Oh, and that milk? I laced it with abortion pills. Hahaha!"

She must be walking too slow. Where did she lack? What part did she overlook? Was she tripping over something important? She was thinking hard until she felt a skin tapping her left hand. Her right is currently hugging her mother. She realized then that Xander stayed on her other side and didn't go far at least once. He is now holding her hand as he looked her with comforting eyes. Gabbie is still wearing her expressionless face since the funeral started and it begins to worry Xander so much. Not showing emotion is more dangerous since it will get loaded inside until it will burst. Gabbie is like that right now though her tears have not paused with their continuous fall.

The friction sent a vibration up her arm, settling in her shoulder joint. "Hello, girl," she whispered. Her throat felt tight, the muscles constricting around the words. She swallowed, but the lump remained—a physical manifestation of the grief she usually kept metabolized. She closed her eyes. She didn't see the dark behind her eyelids. She saw the Dregs.

Each selection played two clips: one recorded months ago in Ren’s window, capturing the raw, unfiltered emotions of the past, and the other, a newer entry, layered in growth and reflection. Yam sat inside during the setup, his curiosity piqued by the booth’s promise. He chose Grief then, Grace now, a theme that mirrored his own journey. As the first clip began, he heard a whisper, “I don’t know how to say goodbye without dissolving.” The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of loss. Yam felt a pang of recognition, a connection to the voice that spoke of vulnerability and the struggle to let go.