Bill Ford Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The Maybach was zooming down the road. Jackie would take a glance at me through the rear-view mirror, though there was only scorn for me in his eyes. All the love and care he showed me was an act. It was all so I would give him my family's wealth and catapult him from a nobody to a business owner. I must've been blind to buy into his so-called 'true love' story. My phone buzzed. An unknown number texted me. 'I heard you found out, Wisteria. When Jackie heard I was scared, he promised he'd come back to my place tonight. I hope your empty house isn't too icy for your taste.'

Mr Roland took the lead and Jayden followed, while David tagged along. They arrived at the undergrad workshop and Mr Roland showed them everything they needed to know about the malfunction. “ Where you able to get the machine fixer?” “ We searched for sir, but none could handle it. Out last option was a US based machinery but it failed before we could start it. The only cars we have been selling for a month now, are the previous productions.” Jayden pulled his jacket and handed his jacket and briefcase to David. He took the touch light available and and walked into the malfunction machine.

�𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳." I'm wondering if you had fallen to OLd FossiL because literally i'll be your number one shipper" continued by Zadie.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

The journey down from the Grove was a different beast entirely. On the way up, the mountain climber had battled gravity with the desperate, roaring urgency of a rescue mission, the engine screaming against the incline. Now, on the way down, gravity was the enemy. The massive, heavy-treaded vehicle had to fight for every inch of friction against the slick, frozen shale, the transmission whining in low gear as it tried to hold back tons of steel from becoming a runaway sled.

She took a moment to realize we arrive and she did not waste time to open the door oblivious to our entwined hands. She stopped abruptly looking at our hands, shock visible on her face and I borrowed the same expression. With a flushed face, Bella pulled out her hand stalking out of the car leaving me to wake up Dylan who dozed off somewhere in the ride. Bella's POV Leo caught up to me easily as I climbed the stairs slowly trying not to trip over myself. Why does this goddamned church have so many stairs. Right now I was on the twentieth stair trying to calm my uneven breathing.

Meekey caught the quick flick of his gaze as she passed, too casual to be casual. Another block over, she spotted two guys leaning against a black SUV. Not gym rats. Too clean. Too quiet. Muscle, dressed down. Like they’d been trained to look harmless. She circled around the block again and ducked into the alley behind the gym. The loading dock was locked, but a fresh tire track was stamped into the dirt. No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement.

You want to hide me, so I must not be seen. Ford nodded to himself. “Makes sense, I just- I didn’t know you could do that.” Ford strips himself naked on the nights he thinks he will shift, he’d hadn’t really thought this far. He racked his inner self. How could he not think of something like this? I grab you a large clothing item to hide your intimates and exit through the window. ”You let me free fall from three stories high?! Raze what the hell, I’m not made like you! I can die!”

"We can’t rely on gravity anymore. If we want to catch the tail end of that freight train before it leaves the yard, we’re going to have to pump the walking-beam manually. And we have to do it without making enough noise to trip the acoustic sensors along the fence line." ​I stood up from the wooden porch, my knees popping with a sharp, painful click that seemed to echo off the rusted corrugated roof of the cabin. My body was screaming for rest—my lower back was a solid wall of ache from the gravity descent through the gorge, and the raw blisters on my palms were stinging from the toxic, petroleum ingredients of the hydraulic sump-oil. But looking back down the line, I knew there was no turn