Gravity Falls Uncle Novels & Stories

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

There was something painfully familiar about him. And then it hit me. My stomach dropped so hard it actually hurt. Oh, God. Viktor Sullivan Julian's uncle. The black sheep of the Sullivan family. The man who had walked away years ago, built his own empire from nothing, and somehow became even richer than the family he'd left behind. I'd only met him a handful of times at family events, but Julian had made one thing very clear. "Stay away from Uncle Viktor." My face burned so badly I thought I might actually pass out.

Knock Knock “Grover.” My uncle's voice could be heard from outside the room. I immediately turned around. "Yeah?" "Breakfast." I glanced at the mirror once more before finally leaving the room. Our kitchen felt quieter than usual that morning. My uncle sat in a chair by the window, sipping his black coffee. The morning sunlight hit part of his face, making his jawline appear sharper. He looked normal. Too normal for someone who went into a monster-filled forest alone last night. I sat down in front of him slowly. His gaze immediately stopped on my face for a few seconds. And for some reason... I feel like he knows. "You haven't been sleeping enough," he said flatly. I nodded slightly while t

“ Uncle , uncle are not star right? ” Shelly look People flock he week America are stupid silly before eye are not understand star again cold see yes little worth love . Obviously clear already father ten , still to be People always hold the set form cold bland stand above top high look down enter a lot guys feebleness side below , so but again Because one Teacher kid ten six like Teacher but knife motion . Ah, Ms yes Candlestick on one's own moat are not here ?

“My second uncle was only 18 when he died. It was a sudden death. The car brakes failed, and he fell off the cliff,” Alexander calmly spoke as if relating the news. “Later on, when my third uncle was around 25, he drowned while diving because the oxygen tank malfunctioned. Then my youngest uncle…” He turned to look at Lily and paused. He cocked his head, thought for a moment, and continued, “I meant my real youngest uncle. He fell sick and died due to congenital disabilities shortly after birth. I heard he died in Grandpa’s arms.”

Caroline didn't seem to mind. Jared frowned, looking at Caroline with confusion. He realized there was something wrong with the attitude Caroline was showing. Caroline still left with a face that seemed to be holding back sadness. Jared put the pool cue on the table and tried to catch up with Caroline. Staring at that, Jake didn't want to miss. He joined in the chase, trying to hold his uncle's pace. "Uncle, where are you going? Our game isn't over yet." Jake grabbed his uncle's arm.

My heart dropped. I tried to lift her, even just to cradle her against me, but her weight felt too much. And then I looked up. There he was. My uncle. Just standing there. Watching. He had that disgusting smirk on his face, like he was proud of what he’d done. Like he was admiring a masterpiece. My stomach turned. My blood boiled. My tears streamed down uncontrollably, and I shook my head in disbelief, in disgust. “Y-You’re evil.”

Fuck, what was this? "Now are you going to listen?" Uncle Ramone sighs, giving me a stern look. "You nearly died, dumb ass. The sooner you realize that, the better." Letting out a growl, I shoot him a glare before trying to stand again, only to come up with the same result. "As much as I admire your determination, you really should listen to your uncle," Tyson chuckles. "My uncle likes to exaggerate most of the time," I point out. "He’s quite the drama queen once you get to know him."

“YOU LITTLE RASCAL!! HOW COME YOU’RE STILL SHOWING YOUR FACE IN FRONT OF ME!!!” Gray was truly shocked by these sudden transitions and couldn’t help but flinch. Uncle Ten deserved to be an actor! With so much efforts, he also raised his voice to match Uncle Ten’s and spoke while running from the alley, “I’m sorry, Uncle!! This little rascal will get lost!! Don’t hit me again, AHHHH-”

The end. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable impact that would send me plummeting to my death on the unforgiving concrete below. At least I would die with the truth etched onto my soul—the truth that had eluded me for so long. My uncle was a monster, fueled by greed, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger for power that would never be sated. And I was a fool forever believing his lies. As the first prick of glass pierced my skin, a deafening crash resonated through the room, followed by a heavy thud that jarred me from my morose reverie. I opened my eyes, half-expecting to find myself freefalling through the air.