Gravity Falls Uncle Novels & Stories

“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.

The neighbors were all debating whether Uncle Jared was an unknowing party or a co-conspirator. It wasn't long before the police officers brought Uncle Jared over to the police station. I stayed in the corner, watching his worried expression and the way he seemed completely uneasy as he showed up late. I knew exactly where this was going. It seemed like Uncle Jared was preparing to pin all the blame squarely on poor old Mom. It turned out that their sibling bond was completely superficial—a fact that didn't surprise me in the least, given their family's consistent, inherent selfishness.

Elizabeth tried to coax in a gentle voice, “Mom and your sisters will assist here.” Chris Jnr was about to join his grandma in coaxing his troublesome daddy when he felt an energy fluctuation in the air. He abruptly turned his head in that direction, steadying his stance to attack if required… however what met his vigilant eyes were the smiling eyes of his daddy’s master and Senior First uncle. He sighed in relief, and feigned an exaggerated expression of frustration, “Senior First uncle, can you take daddy downstairs?” He shook his head like a tiny adult, “He isn’t helping one bit…”

His member sprung forward-pointing north. " This is wrong" I managed to stutter. " what is wrong? Is sex education wrong?" He said as he advanced towards me. " Let me teach you," he said as he creased my cheek. He held my hand that held the sheets tightly. " Let me see," he said as the sheets fall onto the floor. " They are beautiful," he said as his hand reached for the left one. I sucked in air, my muscles tightening at the intrusion. " Mark " I gasped. What had happened to him being my uncle?

Chandler's voice dripped with raw disdain, his face turning purple with anger. Keegan stood up and approached Chandler step by step. The image of the teenager he once was, always overshadowed by his accomplished elder brother, slowly overlapped with the Keegan standing before him. With sharper features and a taller stature, Keegan exuded dominance. Stopping thirty centimeters away from Chandler, Keegan looked up at him. "Uncle, I don't need to emphasize the importance of this launch, do I? Manage your people well." After a pause, he added, "Uncle, just because someone dies doesn't mean there isn't evidence."