Gravity Falls Book 3 Special Edition Novels & Stories

“We’re going to eight.” They step on. Maya shifts closer. The elevator fills up. She slowly backs into me casually, but also intentional. My breath catches. She backs her ass harder into my crotch. I’m rock fucking solid at this point. She keeps talking to Sienna like nothing is happening while she grinds back into me. People get on. People get off. Floor five. Floor six. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead. She lifts her ass just enough to bounce against me. I mutter, “Shit.”

“Thank you.” His expression softened. “Take your time.” I slowly moved forward, letting my eyes travel across the collection. Some books looked relatively normal. Others appeared ancient. Several bindings were cracked. A few looked like they might fall apart if I breathed too hard. Some were labeled. Others weren’t. My attention immediately landed on a thick book sitting up very high, not even eye level. Something about it stood out. “Can you grab that one?” Raiden reached up and pulled it free before handing it over. The cover was dark and worn smooth with age. I opened it right where we stood. My brows immediately rose. “This is about prophecies.”

His breath faltered— Then he gasped. His fingers curled against the tablecloth, searching for something solid as the room tilted. The chandelier lights blurred, the edges of the room dimming like a vignette. He tried to call out, but the sound died in his throat. The mighty figure of Hughes—unshakeable, unmoveable—slumped sideways, fingers scraping wood once before his strength gave out. And the mansion fell silent.

I let out a sigh, and it felt like a weight lifted off my chest. Sandra and I were really over. At that thought, I pulled out my phone and dialed the HR department at Skyborne Group, the top company in the field.

Olivia POV From everything I had been told, the maps I studied, and the ancient texts Karl and the others researched, it finally dawned on me that I had already stepped into the valley. The Valley of Broken Gravity. “The valley has awakened.” “The laws of gravity no longer exist here,” I muttered through gritted teeth. With both hands gripping my staff tightly, I slowly pulled myself back onto solid ground. The moment both my feet touched the surface… The earth rotated violently once again.

I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed the leather cover. The scent of wildflowers and ozone was so strong it made my head spin. Unlike the other floating books, this one sat heavy and grounded on the pedestal, as if it were the anchor for the entire room. The title was embossed in a regal, ancient script: "How to Mute Your Change's Resonance and How to Detect Another Change." "It’s exactly what the Queens said we needed," Sol whispered, leaning over my shoulder. "A way to move without alerting the Eclipse."

With a final defiant flourish, the pages slipped free, descending towards the ground like confetti at a forgotten celebration. Heart pounding, I bent down to retrieve the fallen book, my mind still reeling from the profound revelations I had just absorbed. Yet, as I reached out, ready to reclaim the weighty tome, my eyes widened in astonishment. Standing before me was a figure, a silhouette cast in the flickering shadows of the library's dimly lit corners.

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Everything felt too real to be a dream, so I didn’t count it as one, but I just wished everything could go back in time to when the De Luca Mafia family had no business with my papa. “If it were that easy to give into unconsciousness, I would be long dead.” After his reply, I clamped my mouth shut and watched silently, trying so fucking hard not to look at the dead body moving slightly towards my legs. Oh my God! I thought I was seeing things at first, until the fingers of one of the Italian mobs reached out to grab my leg. “Get off me!” I screamed, my voice strained as he dragged me to the ground by the ball gown.