Books Gravity Falls Journal 1 Novels & Stories

But up here, it was quiet. I pulled out the old photograph Daniel had given me. The three of us. Still smiling. Still pretending. I ripped it in half. And half again. Then let the pieces fall through the iron slats of the fire escape into the night. I didn’t need relics anymore. I needed room. Room to grow. To fail. To feel something real again. But Peace Never Lasts The next morning, I received a package. No name. No return address. Inside was a single item: a leather-bound journal.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

“That’s—that’s—” “He established a scholarship in my mother’s name.” I could barely get the words out. “He remembered her. He honored her.” Another box. Inside was a leather-bound book. I opened it carefully. Photos. But not a regular album. These were moments I didn’t even know had been captured. Professional photographs, beautifully composed. Me at Veridian’s opening night, radiant with joy. Me laughing with Maya. Me standing in front of the restaurant, looking up at the building with pride. Me at my desk, working, completely absorbed.

I run towards it immediately, but in the process of grabbing the object, the journal rolled off the table. The instant the book touched the floor, the pages flipped open and my eyes caught something unusual between them.

I set them aside for later. Then I reached deeper into the bag and pulled out the books I hadn’t recognized. Several of them were small, leather-bound volumes. Journals. I flipped open the first one and saw pages filled with my mother’s neat handwriting. My breath caught. I closed it gently and placed the journals beside my bed. I would read them later. When my head wasn’t spinning quite so much. There were two larger books left. The first one was heavy. Very heavy. The moment I lifted it, something strange happened.

I ran my fingers along the wooden frame. Nothing. I checked the bottom. Nothing. Then I noticed a slight gap behind the frame. I pushed gently. The portrait moved. My heart started racing. I looked around the room. Nobody. I carefully shifted the frame forward. Something small fell behind it. I caught it before it hit the floor. A journal. It was old. The leather cover was cracked, and dust covered its edges. I stared at it. My first instinct was to open it. My second was to put it back.

“And I’m not letting him take you.” Not a threat. Not a promise. Something else entirely. Something that made her heart twist painfully. The gallery emptied slowly as evening settled over the city. Outside, streetlights flickered against the fog, painting Downtown in muted gold and gray. Inside, Elara sat alone at her desk, staring at a half-finished report she couldn’t focus on. Her mind wouldn’t settle. Every time she tried to think about her work, her thoughts tangled around Lucian’s closeness…and Damien’s stare.

I tossed and turned in my bed. The soft mattress felt like gravel underneath my body. At some point, I rolled to the edge of my bed and I fell out of it before I could stop myself. The fall was loud and painful. It was also a wake up call for me to stop trying so hard. I grabbed the closest thing to fun that Lillian had left in my room for a very long time now. It was the same plain book that I had scribbled something on. There was a lot more gibberish written in the book but this time, I was trying something else out.