Gravity Falls Lemon Novels & Stories

Taking my stance I tried to jump with all of my power into my legs. Jumping with all my might my disappointment is immeasurable. You're kidding me, right!? I could only jump about ten inches! What a weird gravity. Don't call me a dumb if I didn't notice it earlier it's not like my body feels heavy but it more like something is pulling me downwards as soon I leave the ground. Maybe because I don't feel anything that I didn't notice the weird gravity here in the void. What an asshole on whoever made this! Oh well... Because now I know the reason behind this I tried to climb up once again with more cautiousness.

Belle’s balance stumble, causing her body to shake forward and backward, before falling to Leon’s embrace. His earthy scent filled her nose until all of a sudden she saw the view before her eyes spinning above her eyes. They began to fall, quite literally as the floor they stood on had caved in!

His face tightened but he said nothing. My face burning, I quickly lowered my head, reading the letters that seemed to mist before my eyes. Was I really going to do this, I asked myself, my breath coming quickly. My hands must have been shaking for Liam O’Grady reached over to an intercom and said in a clipped tone, “Send up a lemonade to my room. Cool and sweet. Now.” I looked at him and again felt the graze of excitement as our eyes met.

Evelyn's POV My phone screen glowed softly in the dark room. Julian: This lemon is unbelievably sour :( A second later, another message arrived. It was a photo. I opened it and immediately laughed into my pillow. The lemon had been absolutely obliterated by a juicer. What remained looked less like fruit and more like some tragic sea creature that had washed ashore after losing the will to live. The flattened peel sprawled across the counter like a half-dead jellyfish.

As the group took their first sips, they were greeted by the tangy yet rejuvenating taste of the freshly squeezed lemons, perfectly balancing the sweetness and acidity. The salads, carefully prepared with slices of succulent cucumbers and tangy lemon dressing, offered a light and refreshing flavour that awakened their taste buds. The crispness of the cucumbers and the zesty citrus notes of the lemon created a harmonious blend, leaving a delightful lingering taste.

"Of course. That explains the shoulders. The grip. The... terrifying strength." He turned and walked toward a decorative shelf where Leo kept a collection of "Geological Specimens" including a heavy, solid iron ball that Leo used to demonstrate gravitational pull. It was, for all intents and purposes, a ten-pound shot put. Lucien picked it up, tossing it casually in one hand. "Well then, Granite Gal. If the legend is true, you wouldn't mind a little... demonstration? My form has always been a bit lacking." He stepped back into the center of the room, clearing a space between the balsa-wood skyscrapers. He held the iron ball out like a poisoned apple.

Very rare and fabulous for dress ornaments. Roul told Levin about the lake that seemed to suck every object that fell on it. "Very interesting," said Levin, focusing on the precious gem on the other side. He then took off his coat. "Mr. Roul, wait here. I'll check it out," he said, then jumped down, making Roul surprised. "Hey! Don't be reckless!" Byurr! "Huh?" Levin's eyes widened as he felt his body being pulled down. "Help! Gulp gulp gulp.." "Ah, what a hassle!" Roul hissed before finally jumping along.

“Stop banging your head sweetie, take a bite.” She felt someone opened her mouth then put something in it. Fauzia gently chewed it until she tasted its sour taste, somehow her breathing lightened and she turned her attention to what she was eating. Regardless of its taste, in a few minutes, she felt better and she was in a better condition while eyes are close as she catch her own breath. “What is lemon for?” Austin asked Mavis. "Lemon tastes strong, that is what I used to eat to stop my panic attacks," Mavis explained with a smile, she adjusted the Fauzia's seat while eyes are still closed.

Pheebs smacked Joss’s arm. “Next time,” Pheebs warned, “we let the manager manage paperwork, not gravity.” Joss groaned. But as Cleopatra glanced at the fallen boxes stamped with Leon Fashion’s logo, a strange feeling crept into her chest. Excitement. And something else. As if the falling boxes were a warning. Her new world wasn’t going to be stable. Not at all.

Rocks do not fall from below. As soon as he understood what was happening, another boulder the size of a human head smacked him in the back of the head and knocked the wind right out of him. It was not large nor heavy enough to cause any serious injury. It was just enough to jolt him off of the brick wall he was stuck against. And he fell thirty-five feet below the surface. However, this was not the one of Leo's death.