Gravity Novelas e Histórias

It brushes the petal. The deck plating beneath us groans. Wrenches upward into a sudden, miniature mountain range, pitching us sideways. Cups, tools, a stray aster plant float gently upwards, released from earthly bonds within a two-meter radius. The Gravity Concept drifts away, humming contentedly, leaving chaos in its wake.

Zack shouted as he noticed her getting dangerously close to the center of the gateway's pull. "Sorry, I can only grab your leg right now; your hand's too far away!" she yelled back, managing to latch onto his leg. "Yeah, hold tight!" he commanded, trying to increase their speed. Zack's efforts paid off as he managed to overcome the gravitational pull momentarily. They were making headway, their pace increasing as they ran towards the edge of the mountain. But just as they thought they might break free, the center of the gravitational pull shifted direction, aligning with their path.

It seemed that she's not making up things. A very strong force shook the earth. Everything suddenly floats. The buildings begin to loosen up. And a loud tremor on the ground reverberated in my ears. We all rose into the air, even the rocks, plants and trees in the area were already separating from the ground. Gravity and pressure were so strong that everything seemed to be sucked upwards.

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

I move my hand to the right and the ball speeds in that direction then i do the same left and again the ball goes where i want it so for the final test i zoom it over to Jerry and pops and splay my fingers outwards as if to release the ball, Jerry and pops splutter and wipe the water out of there eyes as they stand there soaking wet looking at me in amazement. I spend the rest of the afternoon practicing what i can do with water and have found that i can not only use water but theres other stuff i can do, for instance i wanted the chocolate bar Jerry was about to bite into, pops roared with laughter when he chomped into thin air whilst i tasted the chocolatey caramel, i can also sommon thing

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

Eli stood by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle, expectant look in his eyes as you entered the room. "I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to settle deep in your chest. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved across the space with a slow, deliberate grace, closing the gap until you could feel the heat radiating from him. When his hands finally found your waist, they were steady and warm, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the thrum of his heartbeat—fast, rhythmic, and echoing your own.

Hawk ignored him, lowering the bar with deliberate slowness before resetting his stance. Quill stepped closer. "Hawk, I said stop." "I'm busy," Hawk muttered, his arms shaking slightly as he hoisted the bar again. "Yeah, busy trying to break yourself," Quill shot back, grabbing the ends of the weights to keep them in place. Hawk's arms trembled under the resistance, the effort of holding it pushing him close to failure. "Let go," Hawk growled through gritted teeth. "Put it down." The bar clanged against the rack as Hawk finally released it, his chest heaving as his arms dropped to his sides. He turned his head slowly, glaring at Quill. "What the hell do you want?"