Novel & Cerita Alex Hirsch Gravity Falls

The world tilted, gravity pulling me backward toward empty air. Then a blur of movement. A body slamming into Daniel, knocking him sideways and away from me. But the momentum was already in motion. I felt myself falling, arms pinwheeling uselessly, a scream caught in my throat. A hand shot out, catching my wrist in an iron grip. My shoulder wrenched painfully as my fall stopped abruptly, my body dangling half over the edge. Dust and pebbles showered down below me. I looked up into Alex's eyes, wide with panic as he held onto me. His face was red with exertion, a vein standing out on his forehead.

were able? The fallen alpha’s chest seemed to weigh down at the thought of seeing everything crumble again and that made him acted before thinking. With an impulse he grabbed her and with that minuscule and fragile body in his arms, he ran. He ran with his feet in the dark earth, with his hair in the wind in a humanoid form that had never been allowed to use. Kalias ran while hoping to get to that place in time, to the lake that was able to help her improve.

[The Abyss] The fall was not a scream; it was a sudden, violent silence. Gravity tore the breath from my lungs as I plunged into the dark, the silver briefcase clutched against my ribs like a cold, metal child. For a heartbeat, the world was only the whistle of the wind and the terrifying, red strobe of the proximity trigger on my wrist. Then, a weight slammed into me.

He looked down slowly. A massive slab of concrete from the ceiling had fallen, pinning his lower body. His heart raced. Every instinct screamed to move, to crawl, to check on his aunt, but the weight was unbearable. His legs burned, sharp needles of pain radiating through them. With trembling hands, Alex reached for the slab. Dust stung his eyes. His fingers scrabbled against the rough, jagged edge. He dug his palms beneath it and pushed. It didn’t budge. Gritting his teeth, he groaned louder and pushed again.

Natalie frowned and was extremely displeased upon hearing his words. "Did he hide back in the pot when he heard me coming up? Good Lord! Felix, there should be a limit to your pranks. I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you!" Then, she ordered someone to move the stone away. … As the lid of the pot was lifted slightly, a nauseating smell immediately rushed out. The butler bent over and vomited on the spot when it hit him. Natalie also seemed slightly uncomfortable as she barely held back her urge to vomit.

The closer we got to the entrance; I felt the air getting colder as though the outside world was ready to swallow me without mercy. When the automated glass opened, a gust of the evening wind swept over me. I felt dizzy all of sudden and it was so strong that it knocked the breath out of my lungs. My fingers slipped off the wheelchair’s armrest. ‘I, ‘I tried to speak, but I my voice was cut off. I started saying seeing things in twos. The nurse mentioned my name. My vision blurred, then dimmed and all I could see faintly was the parking lot. My body slumped sideways out of my wheelchair.

Wanting to entertain him even more, Bailey dug into the rope with extra force. I shouted with everything I had, hoping someone would hear me. Alas, the roaring wind was too loud. All I could do was slam myself against whatever parts of the wall I could reach, creating noise so the workers above would lower me further. It worked. Slowly, they lowered me toward the fifth floor. Unfortunately, by then, the safety rope had been cut so badly that it finally snapped in two. My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string.

“Just be cool. Be mysterious. Be—” “Good evening.” His voice was deep, cultured, with an edge of something darker underneath. Like velvet wrapped around a blade. Up close, Alexander Lockwood was devastating. Not handsome in the conventional sense, but compelling in a way made handsome seem irrelevant. His eyes were gray, or maybe green, or some color shifting depending on the light. They were fixed on me with the same unsettling intensity I’d felt from across the room. “I’m sorry, I don’t—” Maya started.

Leo had always believed that he was straight until the incident on the night before. But Archer was just too attractive for him to resist. He had a slim, defined yet muscular waist, and Leo also couldn't forget the sight of Archer's long legs shaking and shuddering in the air. Suddenly aware of where his thoughts were going, Leo grabbed Archer's wrist and stopped him. "I-I'm going to mend the shirt now." He couldn't let his dangerous thoughts continue like that. Otherwise, he was pretty sure that he would get a nosebleed and a heart attack in one.

Cassie's POV Knox is falling. That's the only thought in my head as I watch him collapse onto the ice. It's not a trip, not a hit. Just... down. Like someone cut the strings holding him upright. “KNOX!” Maya's scream beside me is raw and terrified. But I'm already moving. My legs propel me forward before my brain can catch up, before I can think about what I'm doing or why or whether I should. I just know that Knox is down and I need to get to him.