Gravity Falls Uncle Novels & Stories

He dropped straight to his knees. ​The loud thud of his knees hitting the hard floor echoed off the low ceiling of the quiet restaurant. A woman at a nearby table gasped out loud. The waiter near the back stared with his mouth open. Alaric stood right next to the table, his hands clenched into hard fists at his sides, his jaw set tight as he fought the urge to grab his nephew by the collar and throw him out into the street. ​Cassian did not care who was watching. He was on his knees right beside her chair, reaching his shaking hands out toward hers, his face completely wet with tears.

my uncle said as he sat down. The insult was obvious. “What brings you here, brother?” my dad asked him, and he looked around the room. “You lied to me, said that none of your kids are hybrids, but rumors are your lastborn is a hybrid,” Uncle said, and I froze in place. “Well, those rumors aren’t true,” my father retorted, and my so called Uncle chuckled. But that laugh, that laugh was probably the scariest thing I have ever done. “It better be, because if not, brother, I will burn you and your entire family to the ground,” he said and got up without another word. End of flashback.

"No, I'm not." My tone was cold. Uncle's anger that had just flared up immediately disappeared when he saw Wendy. He approached her with a fawning expression, extending his hand. "I'm Jen's uncle. I'm so grateful you could come to the hospital with her to see me." As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks, all trace of greed and self-interest gone. "My poor son! Gone so young." Wendy glanced at Uncle's hand and said coolly, "My condolences."

Unfortunately, my kick couldn't make him fall. "Thought acceleration!" Uncle Bob's movements look slower, even though I can't speed up my movements. When Uncle Bob raised his sword, I quickly blocked it with a barrier. The sword stopped, but Uncle Bob immediately kicked me and I didn't have time to dodge. His kick was right in my stomach causing me to fall down and thrown. .

The rain is falling now, heavy drops pelting down on top of them and turning the soil darker and muddier. “Throw it onto the caskets,” his uncle commands with an impatient jerk of his chin toward the grave. He throws the Red rose and bear down to his Mommy and Daddy. A rough laugh leaves his uncle. “You were supposed to throw just the flower, not the bear as well. What would your parents want with a teddy?”

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

“Why don't you tell your uncle about it? “It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed. “Don’t be silly,” She chuckled. “It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.” “Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat. “Try me,” I raised my brows.

And then it became one long flat note that didn't stop and didn't change and filled every corner of the room. Grandpa Edwards was dead. I let out a broken cry.

When Akiko finally recognized the messy hair, she screamed loudly. "Impossible!" Akiko screamed again. She refused to believe the disgusting reality she had just realized. It couldn't be that she slept with her own uncle! "Kenji... Uncle..." Akiko stuttered as she saw the body move, then awoke from her screams. It was definitely her uncle. That was why her aunt was hysterical and kept cursing her. "No... This can't be..." Akiko shook her head. There was no way she had just done the unthinkable with her uncle.

He looked older than she’d ever seen him. “Hi,” she said. He didn’t smile. She noticed then how distracted he’d been all night, how the sadness had settled deeper into the lines around his mouth. She went to him without thinking. Her arms slid around his waist, while her face pressed to his chest. “Hey, Uncle Damien. It’s okay. Dad will forgive you once he cools off.” He let her hold him. Then he rested his forehead against her hair. “It’s not that, Lils.”