Emma-may Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Even if her mother wants her to become a living doll, she will help her mother get it! Carla was untied, and the girl also began to regain consciousness. Erza gently shook Carla's body, allowing her to fully awake to remember everything that had happened. But that's not what Emma cares about. She needed to think of a way to get out of here. She couldn't count on Erza's help. Emma approached the window, and there was no balcony there. But from the position of this room, it could be guessed that it was about twenty meters above the ground. At this height, she couldn't jump down. Emma gritted her teeth, thinking intently.

Maya’s POV Thursday morning, I woke to Emma crying—and couldn’t move. Not wouldn’t. Couldn’t. My body felt pinned to the bed by exhaustion so heavy it might as well have been concrete. Emma’s cries cut through me, each one a knife of guilt and failure. “I’m coming,” I tried to say, but the words came out as a whisper. Alex appeared, lifting Emma from the bassinet. “I’ve got her. Go back to sleep.” “I need to feed her—”

“You use magic. That's cheating.” The queen smirked. “There is no cheating in war. It's only winners.” Emma growled and charged angrily. She swung hard but the queen blocked. Emma pulled back and struck again. The queen moved but mma missed. The queen raised her hand and dark energy shot forward. Emma screamed and fell to her knees. Her body felt like stone, feet stayed stuck and arms moved slowly. “What… what are you doing?” she said. The queen laughed again. “You feel that? That’s gravity. I made it stronger around you. I want you to fight. But not win.”

But the impact never came. As soon as they cleared the ceiling, the sensation of falling vanished. It was replaced by a sickening, dizzying lightness. Elara felt her stomach lurch as she began to drift. She wasn't falling; she was floating in a localized gravity well (a specific area where the laws of gravity have been altered or neutralized by a powerful source). "It’s like the station," Jun gasped, his voice returning as he inhaled the rich, pressurized air of the lab. "The Isotope... it’s neutralizing the Earth’s pull!"

' Emma said inwardly before sucking in deep breaths. Liam walked into the elevator with her and struggled to press a button. “I'll do it,” Emma said and pressed the button that would lead them to the first floor. “Thanks.” Liam smiled. “You can put me down, don't I have so much weight?” Emma asked, wanting him to drop her. “No, you don't have weight. You are as light as a feather.” Liam chuckled, but when he lowered his gaze, he caught her glaring at him. “It's true, you're perfect. I can carry you in my arms, all day long.”

Pulling my beautiful mate into me, I instantly pass out. My phone buzzes, reminding me I forgot to plug it in the night before. I haphazardly reach down for where I thought the sound came from. I hear a shriek as Emma nearly topples onto the floor. I’m able to pseudo barrel roll, taking the brunt of the fall.

Ethan says. “Emma told Grace,” I say. “Grace told me.” Ethan is quiet for a moment. “An eight-year-old,” he says. “She remembered exactly what she saw,” I say. “She put it back so her mother would not know it had been moved.” Another pause. “She is going to be extraordinary,” Ethan says. “She already is,” I say. And down the corridor, faintly, I hear Emma’s voice, precise and unhesitating, telling Grace the name of a star.

This hunk of junk creaked once, and then the world instantly went dead. In that split second, gravity seemed to vanish, leaving my stomach stranded back on the tenth floor. The deafening screech of metal slamming against the emergency brakes echoed through the cramped shaft, before finally being swallowed by a silence that was far more terrifying. "Shit! What the hell was that?!" Bima shrieked, his voice cracking in the pitch-black void.

The ship now maintained a steady 212 meters per second in space, and all gravitational pressure relented. She allowed the ship to drift for a few seconds before she applied reverse thrust and slowed Amelia down. Eventually, they came to a smooth standstill, at which point Eva exhaled loudly, and for a long period of time. For the first time in hours, she felt significantly lighter. And it wasn’t just the zero-g weightlessness talking. “Who knew takeoff could be so therapeutic?” she said. “Anyway, where to next?” “I just set the coordinates,” answered Amal, “aaaand, punching it.”

The gravity of her situation was suffocating, and every choice seemed to come with its own set of consequences. One evening, Emma found herself standing at the edge of the balcony, gazing out over the city. The lights below flickered like stars, each one a reminder of the life she had always wanted. A life free from her father’s control, free from the endless expectations and the manipulation that had defined her existence. She closed her eyes, letting the cool breeze ruffle her hair, trying to clear her mind. The sounds of the city faded into the background, and for a moment, she felt an unexpected sense of peace. But that peace was fleeting.