Novel & Cerita Gravity Falls Fanfiction Watching The Show

Even the veins on Sky’s hand started bulging as he yelled, “I really mean it! I really can’t hold on any longer. I’m really going to fall off. Brother Rockefeller, save me…” He clenched his fingers tightly. The recesses on the Sword of the Universe were not that deep, but he did not have any strength and his fingers started loosening their grips one by one till he flipped over and cried out in distress. Finally, he felt like he had fallen to the ground. He looked up in the sky with a pale look. “Sh*t! Am I dead already? I must’ve turned into a pile of flesh from falling so high up.” At this time, he saw a woman holding a little girl walking past him. The little girl looked at him strangely a

Allie nodded at Nigel, who let Summer go and stepped back. “It's ok, Summer, go,” I told her. I saw her step away slowly, never taking her eyes off me. -Run- I shouted to her as I threw the drink down my throat. -Don't give up, Quinn. I promise Liam and Nathan will come for you.- -Issokay- I mind linked, feeling dizzy as Nigel picked me up. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Summer’s voice. - Nathan is your mate. He will come for you. Stay safe. I love you-

Caleb’s POV I watched Rhi fall to the ground in slow motion. It was eternal, that moment, as her body slumped, her weight suddenly too much for her to hold up, and she fell to the earth. Her limbs cartwheeled; blood poured from her neck.

The last thing I saw was Cross falling. You said it. No taksies. He growled like the devil, and everything went black. A/n: more chapters incoming. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

Olivia's Pov: Moon goddess, please help me. I thought as I could see my life flashing before my eyes. I rolled down the stairs, I was going to definitely die. The stairs were so many, I closed my eyes in fear, squeezing them so hard, I brace myself for the bone breaking that'll happen when I get to the floor, but that didn't happen, after 5 seconds i felt fur, opening my eyes, I saw Lucian,he had shifted, cascading me in his fur, we fell together, I didn't hit the floor, I could hear the heavy thud Lucian's body made. Dropping me, he shifted back, I could see a bruise forming on the hand.

This scene is too beautiful, just add a little wind, a little more leaves is like the anime J)))) I sighed and turned away. I forgot, now he has someone to take care of him. He's not as empty as before. I walked down the stairs to the school gate, I just walked like nothing, not paying attention to what was happening around. Until there was a very strong pull, causing me to fall into someone's lap.

I miss him and he didn't text me today. After the lift stop on my floor, I walked out with no energy. Thinking about Alex makes me anxious, iiidang it. It's okay he's okay. I quickly enter my apartment and suddenly I saw a candle when I opened the door. I get inside There's so many candles and my apartment is dark. Suddenly there's a projector and a video played there.

My body was shaking so hard that I was afraid I might fall. Gabe kept moving and the force of his thrusts nearly knocked me on my face. With my arms shaking, I finally fell forward. I almost buried my face in the pillow, but I wanted to see Gabe. He hadn't finished yet. I looked over my shoulder at him. The angle was awkward, but once I locked eyes with him I couldn't move. I was transfixed by the sight of him.

Anya's POV The world didn’t just end again, it tilted. It wasn't some poetic metaphor for my life falling apart. It was actual, screeching physics. The metal floor of the relay station—the same floor I’d been standing on while I tried to play God with a radio frequency—groaned like a dying whale. Then, it leaned thirty degrees to the left. For a heartbeat, my stomach stayed at the top of the tower while my boots began a desperate, screeching slide toward the edge of the platform. Below us, the quarry looked like a hungry black mouth, yawning wide, waiting for the punchline of a very long, very expensive, very bad joke.