Gravity Falls Main Characters Novels & Stories

Liam, bleeding profusely, struggled to lift himself. I scrambled upward faster. Roots ripped loose from the wall. My foot slipped. “No, no!” I slid downward, earth tearing skin off my knees. Jeffrey’s body slammed into the wall beneath me, claws digging deep. He pushed upward, muscles straining. “Jump!” he roared. “Charlotte, now!” “But!” “Trust me!” I trusted him with my life. I let go of the roots. The world tilted. I launched myself upward, body twisting through the air as a massive chunk of pit wall collapsed behind me.

Kimora: (Briefly noticing a hand as she fainted from the force of the winds and the shock of her about to fall to her death. (As they are falling, he scoops the girl up like a child and manuevers his body. With himself now underneath her. They begin falling at ~350mph for 8 seconds due to the increased gravity of the planet. His body slowly begins to ignite into flames six seconds in. Even so, he only smirks as he thinks to himself "This person may have a chance".) Dantzler: "Well, shit." (Quickly taking action within one second exactly he shoves her as hard as he can off of his body upwards, just before they hit the ground with him cushioning her fall. A loud crunch is heard as he hits the

She tried to twist free, but Chloe clung on, refusing to let go. “Let go!” Elena hissed, her voice trembling with anger. They struggled intensely as Chloe leaned dangerously toward the edge, her weight pulling Elena forward. Just as Elena thought she broke free, she felt a sudden, unexpected shove from behind. Her eyes widened, and the world seemed to tilt. Gravity yanked her downward, and she fell down the stairs before landing on the floor. Chloe stumbled back and pressed a hand to her chest. For a second, she thought she might also fall.

Down in the dark, blue-black throat of the fissure, Zavier’s fingers slipped off the iron piton. I didn't think. I didn't care about my useless legs or the sub-zero wind burning my throat. A massive sheet of ice snapped off the upper wall above us, bringing half tons of packed snow crashing down into the crack like a falling wall. "Chief, NO!" I threw my upper body completely out of the chair, lunging forward off the edge with everything I had in my chest and arms. My hands caught the rough burlap of Zavier’s tunic right as the boy went into freefall. The impact nearly ripped my shoulders out of their sockets, but I locked my grip into the fabric, shoved off the crumbling granite wall with m

Bailey: The infected seeing the blood from Rebecca's hand drives them even crazier and they start to shake the whole helicopter. As they shake it, they tip it over, and before I can do anything, I slide off. "Crap," I yell, barely managing to hold on. One hand grabbing onto the other, I keep both of them wrapped around the helicopter's tail. Struggling to keep from falling, I look at Rebecca, Tristan, and even Chuck. Rebecca and Drifter are also hanging, trying their best not to fall.

Monroe too felt so relieved in her heart that she had leaned against the wall in order to not fall to the ground. The scene was beautiful. The story of a kid who struggled for his passion had now reached its climax. The story where Kendrick Huntington was able to reach his goal, with numerous hurdles and scars marking his path. Jeremy held onto Roy's arm and wiped the tears that had unintentionally escaped from his eyes too after seeing the happy moment. Giving up shouldn't be the option when you can only survive through winning.

He was sitting there as if gravity meant nothing to him. I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped further out onto the balcony, my mouth slightly agape in shock as I tried to see the person’s face clearly. But before I could make out any distinct features or recognize who he was, he moved. With a sudden, fluid motion, he leaped off the railing and jumped straight down toward the ground below—from the second floor! My heart leaped into my throat. No!

Small shards of obsidian lifted from the floor, floating toward the ceiling. Leo felt it too. He gripped the throne, his feet losing their purchase on the mercury-slicked boards. "Mommy! I'm falling up!" I felt the structural failure of my own anchor. My legs, fused into the bedrock, were being yanked by an invisible force from above. The mountain wasn't holding me anymore. The moon was pulling me home. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

She then ensured the tubing was submerged, explaining that the air escaping the chest must bubble out without allowing air back in. Within minutes, the simulation stabilized. The lung reinflated. She looked up at Dr. Aldrich with a confident smile. He smiled. The audience clapped.Marylyn and Vincent felt like the losers they really were. They sat frozen, punching them in the guts. Dr. Aldrich smiled. “Exactly. This is very correct.” Leylla looked at him, smiling gently, unaware that she had just survived a silent attack—and a quiet rescue. Leylla was just walking back to her seat when Marylyn quietly stretched her foot out under the table. Leylla didn’t see it in time, or it was too late whe

Upon arriving home, I collapsed onto the couch. I was tired. I hadn't found a single wretched taxi, let alone a bus, so, as a good Samaritan, I had to walk all the way here. My feet ached, and my head was pounding. I was sleepy, very sleepy. I had to go to the university at night, thankful that I'd finished my assignments yesterday because today I couldn't think straight. Spencer came to mind—his eyes, his lips, his nose, his hair, his body, his gaze. I'm in trouble if I think I like him, very much so. Spencer is super wealthy, and a naive girl with a homeless appearance is not in his plans.