Gravity Falls Parents Novels & Stories

both Noah and Oliver left the office hurriedly. Jerks. “You saw the interview,” I told my father who growled. I knew the capability of my father, he was not very strong when I visited him, but now he'd gotten healthier in the hospital seeing me in jeopardy and wanted to celebrate his victory. By finally becoming the full owner of Starfall Entertainment. “To what do I owe the pleasure father,” I smirked, when he entered on his wheelchair. “You finally got yourself a scandal, I will have my lawyer withdraw all right you might have later,” he taunted.

In a prestigious household of England, an old couple was savoring their tea while trying to calm their anxiousness. "Mr Grave, your child has no traits like you." Mrs Grave sighed. "Our child has no traits like us, Greta." Mr Grave corrected his wife. "Then kindly teach him that there's a life after work and club." She said, worried about her son's constant neglect for life. "Greta. To be honest, I doubt Lucifer has his first kiss," Mrs Grave gasped at her husband's absurd words.

I ran in a frenzy with screams and shocks, and my footsteps hit the void, somersaulting off the terrace. That's when I realized that there is still a physical force that exists. Gravitation. Gravity pulls me down with tremendous speed, and the dark gray pavement below eagerly awaits my bloody battle. As if instinctively, a jet stream was pushed out from my abdomen, I screamed with all the remaining strength of my life.

George gripped the steering wheel, his thoughts filled with Cheryl. He should have known something was wrong sooner. The way she clung to him, the way her voice trembled when she spoke and when he found out, it wasn’t just about a bad argument with her parents. It was harder than that. And now, he was about to find out just how hard. Vanessa’s words echoed in his head. "Her parents neglected her and were too busy showing off their perfection rather than be a perfect parent." He had listened carefully. "I mean, what parent put pressure on their child because of their debt."

I continued. I sank down to the ground, my fingers delicately brushing away the overgrown grass that had obscured their gravestones, revealing the engraved names etched into the weathered stone. I sat there, the weight of confusion and frustration heavy upon my shoulders. The gravestones of my parents stood as solemn reminders of a past I struggled to comprehend. Memories, like elusive phantoms, danced at the edges of my consciousness, teasing me with glimpses of a childhood long gone.

I saw myself as the one who held the world upright. The tower leaned further, defying gravity for a heartbeat. I held my breath, my hand twitching on the carpet, ready to save the day. And then, it fell. The blocks clattered across the floor, the sound echoing sharply off the high ceilings, scattering into the far corners of the room. I braced myself for the fallout. I expected a tantrum, or at the very least, a look of profound disappointment that our hard work had been undone. I remembered my own childhood, the way my father’s face would turn to stone when I failed a test or fumbled a piano recital. I remembered the cold, silent withdrawal that felt like being shut out in a blizzard. To my

I was shaking now, my heart running wild. Suddenly, I wasn't Flinn Coltridge, twenty-nine, playboy and soon-to-be billionaire; I was Flinn Coltridge, five, a boy who more than anything else wanted to know what he'd done wrong and why his parents would not love him. "Parents are under a different standard. Parents understand. Parents show up. Parents permit their children to make mistakes. They permit them to learn, to try, to feel. You and I are not on the same level. Our roles are much further away from each other. And then I got to see, firsthand, a true healthy relationship between a fantastic parent and child." I thought of Klaus, how she prioritized Gravity above everything else-above e

My father now said, and I watched as Joffrey and my Uncle Bishop’s arms begin to bulge, ready to use all their strength to toss my father up. Slowly, my father began to count, and when he got to three, Joffrey and my Uncle Bishop let out a growl before their arms fully extended, sending my father flying in the air. As I watched my father reach for the floor above us, I held my breath, praying that his hands would reach, but as I watched his hands reach for the floor, a surge of power burst from above us, blasting in our direction, sending my father flying towards me.

Ken gripped the tensed Monroe in his arms and confidently walked towards his parents, seemingly thinking of telling them about their relationship. Surprisingly, Kovit's parents were seen too. When inquired, they came to know that Kovit had two mothers, one a famous cardiologist and another a simple worker at an interior designing company. Kovit's mothers were extremely happy to see Kovit—and Jun, whose appearance only made the women scream in delight. Their family exuded warm and generously happy vibes. Roy's grandparents were to arrive at a later time due to some issues but Emiel had arrived without any delay. "Uncle." Roy hugged Emiel tightly.

“Father, pray for Mia to be like Mother. Pray for Bram to be like Dad.” I got up and looked at Dad's grave before starting to walk away from our family cemetery. With full confidence stepping and looking to the future, confidence in yourself appears as water drops begin to fall to the earth.