Gravity Falls Gideon's Dad Novels & Stories

"Let's split up and get to work." The two of them quickly left the main hall. … Elsewhere, at the ancestral graveyard, Gideon stood in front of the tomb for a long time. After a lot of thought, he finally made a decision. "Old man, I'm sorry, but I don't believe that you're dead. It sounds too fake. So, no hard feelings." With that, he yanked the tombstone up. Then, channeling his energy into a claw-shaped force, he tore the ground open, revealing a black coffin underneath.

As for Grandma Roseanne's comments, Mom said nothing; she just continued drinking her coffee, looking sleepy. "Dad left early today," I commented, trying to sound casual, but inside I felt a slight unease. "Oh, he went to help Gideon," she said, sitting beside me, and I almost choked on my toast. Gideon. I didn't need to hear more than that to feel a wave of discomfort. "Help Gideon with what?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. "He's trying to reconcile with his ex-wife," she explained, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

I growled, crouching low. Gideon’s eyes fluttered weakly. He tried to speak, but blood bubbled to his lips. “I said talk!” I barked, grabbing the front of his shirt. Gideon’s trembling hand reached up feebly, grasping my wrist. He whispered into my ears as his eyes closed. I watched as his hand slowly and weakly fell from my wrist. I growled loudly. My body shook furiously. Gideon’s greed and desperation has led him to his death.

Noah warned before hanging up. I set the phone down and leaned forward, resting my forehead against my knees. Gideon’s voice continued to fill the apartment. He talked about the golden bars of the cage and how he was liquidating his personal fortune to help the victims of his mother’s fraud. He was walking away with nothing but his name. "She didn't stay for the money," Gideon said, his final words of the interview hitting me like a physical weight. "I stayed because I didn't know how to deserve her".

she stated matter of factly then asked if Gavin could hold his grandson. Handing my pup over to my dad I watched his eyes widen along with his smile. “He's a hybrid like his father. What did he name him?” “Ciaran Finn Landers,” I answered and my dad nodded. “It's old Irish. Gideon must be from that area,” he commented and I nodded. We all turned to the door being flung open and watched a bloodied Gideon coming back inside. “He is no longer an issue and will not be antagonizing any of us any longer. Excuse me while I go take a quick shower,” he announced as he strode past us.

''Dad, what is happening?!'' Gideon asked his father, nervous and confused. Ten years ago, a fatal car accident smashed the small town. It was ten o'clock in the evening when Glenn Grande had his seventeen-year-old son in the car. Glenn was apprehensive at those times while driving the car. He is driving too fast while chasing the one car. ''Just fasten your seat belt on, son!'' Glenn said to him. Having no idea, Gideon just obeyed his father's command. He put on his seat belt and nervously watched his father furiously drive.

He frowned and asked, "Who is this girl?" "Dad, you haven't met her yet, right? This girl is Zion's mother, a woman named Cynthia Lawson. " "Is she the mother of the child?" Old grandpa frowned. He took a glance at the photo again and furrowed his white brows, "What's going on?" "Dad, can't you tell? Gabriel is probably lacking in women, so his heart is empty and lonely! " Gideon started laughing, "Ah, no wonder. "Are you saying that he is now very close to Zion's mother?"

He said, then stood up from the floor and packed his things and went up to his room. I sat there looking and feeling like a fool. I had finally slept with my dream crush but how will it even feel good if it was a mistake to him. I stood up from the floor and grabbed my clothes when my phone began to ring. I picked up my phone from the sofa to see that it was a call from my father. “What’s up dad?” “Honey! How’s everything going?” He asked with excitement. “Everything is going great daddy,” I replied, trying to mask my sadness.

No socks, no shoes, and no coat. All of which wasn't enough for him to even stay mildly warm. Once again my heart sank and I let go of the bone, Gideon flopping back into the chair weakly as he started prodding at his new open wound. "Quinn!" My dad's voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs. "Quinn what are you two doing up there?" "N-Nothing!" I quickly responded, reopening the drawers to find something warm for Gideon to wear. "Just had a little spill!"

But as my father stared Gideon down, ignoring his hand, you’d think he’d just cursed my grandfather’s name. “You don’t belong here,” my father spat. “Take you and your gangster trash out of here before I call the police.” Gideon’s smile widened. “He was my father too, George. Maybe not by blood but by heart, and I will not let him be buried without paying my respects.”