The Grieving Gumball Novels & Stories

Aren't you happy? "Shut up!" Lucio's eyes were bloodshot. "If you hadn't pretended your heart condition relapsed, how would I have missed the chance to save Viola? If it weren't for your so-called joke, she might not be dead!" Overcome with grief, he let go of Bella and pounded his fist into the ground. Blood dripped from his hand. He could no longer justify the wrongs he had done. At that moment, a rough voice rang out from the far end of the cemetery, "Bella? Well, isn't this a surprise?"

The child didn't survive long. Desperate, Alistair even tried to borrow money from me, but he couldn't enter my company. My trash bins were transparent; there was no hiding. He camped outside my office for nearly half a month, only to discover I had already left the country and was preparing to marry someone else. Drunk and defeated, he staggered home. Lisa watched in horror as her child died in her arms. In a rage, she killed Alistair. Meanwhile, I was abroad preparing for my own wedding.

Unfortunately… there has been no progress. Marcus listened quietly and watched Leon grab the doctor, shouting, "Where's my wife? Why doesn't my wife come to see me?" The doctor couldn't help but ask, "What do you think it would take for him to recover?" Marcus said coldly, "He doesn't need to recover. He is a killer." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, his steps noticeably unsteady. That day, Camille didn't make it. Marcus lost both his parents in a single day. But research showed that roughly 67% of people were able to recover from the grief of losing a loved one within about a year and returned to normal life.

My heart sank. I gestured an apology to the manager and got up to leave. Before I even reached the first-floor reception area, I heard a shrill wailing that drew the attention of many employees. "Everyone, look! Look at this heartless man!" Sloane sat on the floor with her hair all disheveled, sobbing dramatically as tears and snot ran down her face. "My sister-in-law just died, and he's already running around with other women! He kicked our whole family out, including his sick mother-in-law! He stole our family's house and sold it for cash. He's trying to destroy us!"

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

She slumped to the floor, shaking her head violently as if the motion could undo the truth, but it didn’t, no matter how many times she prayed it away. A wail tore from her throat into the silent hallway. Grief split her open. At that moment, she was nothing but a mother who had just lost her child. Not a Bellington. Not a Dawson. Just a hollow shell. People passed by. A few glanced over. No one stopped. No one could touch the raw pain pouring out of her like blood from a wound. Gaby was gone. Her baby. His soft giggle, his tiny hand clutching hers in sleep, his voice shouting, “Mommy! Mummy!” all over the house was gone. All gone.

The ground had turned into a sinking sand wormhole as the truck went in slowly and slowly and just as half of it had been sunk in, Nelly's phone's screen on the front passenger's seat lit up, "Nelly... Hello? Honey.? It's mom. You've passed your curfew. Get home now, you have school tomorrow. And why aren't you saying anything? Nelly? Nelly?!-" Her words were cut off as the whole truck was swallowed up by the sudden sinking sand. Immediately after, the rain abruptly stopped and it was like nothing ever happened there.

"Boss, should we inform Miss Garcia's family? Gordon passed away. The rescue efforts were unsuccessful." "He died?" Gavin frowned, feeling even more distressed for the woman inside. Could she handle this? Losing a child and a loved one? It was too cruel. How could she bear such a blow? The pain of losing someone—it was something he knew all too well. "He passed away just now. He was seriously injured and had been a long-time drug user, so his immunity was weak. The doctors worked through the night, but they couldn't save him." "Notify them." Gavin paused for a moment before reluctantly giving the order. Then, he hesitated again. "Wait."

He moved in front of me and his hands came to my face, tilting my head up towards him as he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs, and I crossed my arms over my stomach, squeezing myself tight. “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” I told him in a scratchy voice. “After everything I’ve realized over the last week, it shouldn’t even surprise me or upset me or anything, but-” “You’re grieving,” he said, stepping as close as my tutu would allow, his brown eyes looking down at me with warmth. “You’ve lost the family you convinced yourself you had, and have realized you can’t trust the two people who you should trust the most. Of course you’re hurt and upset. I don’t expect you to get over

"I think that's fair, don't you?" The Goblin stared at him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish on a dock. He had come expecting a rich, gullible fool. He had found something far, far worse. With shaking hands, he pulled out a small data slate and, his eyes squeezed shut in agony, initiated the transfer. "A pleasure doing business with you, Griznack," Jack said smoothly as the confirmation chimed. The Goblin scrambled away, disappearing into the crowd like a kicked rat. Marcus let out a low whistle. "Remind me never to play poker with you."