Gravity Falls Rip Offs Novels & Stories

"You merely accelerate your own expiration, Alpha. The gravity well can go deeper." A secondary pulse of invisible force slammed into us. The sound was a low, resonant thud that caused the ancient basalt ridge beneath my fingers to violently groan. A massive, jagged fissure ripped open directly above our heads, the stone splitting with a dry, terrifying crack that sprayed a shower of black shale down our faces. My right hand lost its purchase as the seam widened into a useless, crumbling gap, leaving me hanging entirely from Killian’s single, straining grip.

"Sorry, Mr. Sinclair said he doesn't want to see you. What are you all waiting for? Go give our superstar the attention he deserves!" The men grinned at me with leering eyes. This time, I had no strength left to resist. … From start to finish, Irwin never stopped laughing. He used his phone to record every humiliation I suffered. He said Hadrian wanted to watch it and reminded me that I should perform well. In the end, my body couldn't take it anymore, and I passed out. When I woke again, night had fallen. The room was empty. I was filthy, and my body ached as if I'd been run over by a truck.

Dominic slammed his bare foot onto the metal roof at the exact same millisecond, channeling his residual Alpha mass to anchor my gravity well. The air didn't just thin—it compressed with the force of a hydraulic press. CRACK. The massive, reinforced steel pillars supporting Vance’s elevated observation platform violently buckled inward. The reversed gravity vector tore the bolts straight out of the concrete walls with the sound of a firing squad. "What?! The grid is collapsing!" the tech specialist screamed, his console exploding in a shower of white-hot sparks as the platform tilted at a sickening forty-five-degree angle. The lead Stalker lost his footing, his heavy armor sending him slidin

He managed to grab onto the edge of the rocky surface, clinging for dear life. I grabbed his hand and started pulling up. We all grabbed a part of his body, hauling him up when a gust of wind hit us and knocked us back. I couldn’t hold my grip on him and I heard his scream as he plummeted. I closed my eyes. Unable to comprehend what the hell just happened. “What was that?” Joel roared at Gabriel. “Now, now, settle down. There were simply too many of you. Be prepared. At the end, there can only be one.” He said with a large, creepy smile.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

If not, I’ll get kicked out! [Allison, my mom is pressuring me again. Can you buy some groceries for my family under my name? Thank you so much! I really don’t have any money!] [I'll post these photos online and make sure you never get married!] Leslie let out a bloodcurdling scream and scrambled to open her phone, desperate to send out the photos. I ignored her and swiped across my phone screen. In the next second, the display on the TV shifted—revealing a set of explicit photos. However, I had carefully censored the key areas with pixelation.

This wasn’t the time to argue about trust, not in the middle of a ritual we didn’t even understand. “So she’s betrayed you too?” I asked bitterly. Caspian didn’t get the chance to answer. The sound came from beneath us. The tremors from the ritual had destabilised the cliff we were standing on. “Lulu, jump!” Caspian shouted. Too late. The ground gave way beneath us. The rocky ledge crumbled, collapsing into a landslide of dust and gravel. We dropped—free-falling into the ravine. Mid-fall, something sharp tore through the air. Our invisibility cloak ripped apart, revealing us just as we slammed hard onto the ravine floor.

The boiling black water, the silver pods, and the hundreds of 'descendants' were sucked into the massive, lightless void of the lower excavations. ​The girl’s scream was a digital screech that tore through my mind before she too was swept away by the rushing torrent. ​Killian grabbed the tower railing just as the scaffolding began to tilt. "We have to move! The whole rim is collapsing!" ​I hauled the twins to their feet, dragging them toward the stable ground of the upper ridge. We scrambled out of the chasm just as the Great Rift swallowed itself, leaving nothing but a jagged, smoking hole in the earth and a silence so deep it felt like the world had stopped breathing.

I leaned over the wall and looked at the madman hanging there. "Enough theatrics," I grumbled. "Get up here and give her to me." Ripley didn't follow instructions. He never did. He hauled himself up just enough to hook an elbow over the ledge, then he swung Rilla’s limp body over the wall. He didn't place her down. He tossed her. She hit the rooftop with a sickening thud, rolling a few feet like a discarded doll.

She fell backward, followed by a loud crashing sound, while the black figure shot down swiftly, akin to a typical spy. The reporters and viewers in the live-streaming platform gasped and shrieked in shock. Both Eric and Rio had firm grips on the rope, but the free-fall was so overwhelming that the rope in their hands slipped down uncontrollably. The friction between their gloves and rope gave off tiny sparks. In the blink of an eye, Charmine shot down to the seventh floor. The two men hastily grabbed onto the rope and tightly gripped it to stop the free-fall. The rope stopped reeling after that, but Charmine was suspended in the air.