Gravity Novels Novels & Stories

"Do not lean out to look down. Your center of gravity must remain aligned with the vertical axis of the spine." "It's... it's hard to hold on," she gasped, her voice echoing off the wet, rough-hewn concrete walls. "My hands are too cold." "Focus on the next rung. Only the next rung. The steel is high-tensile; it will not yield." But the building itself was yielding.

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.

His feelings were far too fleeting. Ryan's fingers twitched, and I knew he was recalling the same moment. Then, he reached out with his claws and scraped away the words on my tombstone, carving new ones in their place. "Ryan and his mate, Tiana, rest here together." His claws tore open against the rough stone, blood dripping from his fingers, but he ignored the pain. Slowly, he lay down in the grave he had just excavated. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he injected himself with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

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Black vans and SUVs pulled up to a glass building in Virginia. Not literal glass but a skyscraper, it seemed like some sort of company building. The door was opened for Eden by Astrid, she walked out dressed in all black. She wore a black cropped shirt, a skirt going mid thighs and a black blazer that had the sleeves rolled up. She had her sunglasses perched on her head and she looked like a true business woman, a girl who made her own way in life.

“Can you hear yourself? She won't wake up anytime soon and I have a job to go back to.” Paulo shrugged. “Take this as a part-time job, then.” Lewis shook his head, trying to push past him. “I’m going home.” Paulo didn’t move. Lewis placed his hand on Paulo’s chest and shoved him slightly. “Move.” That was a mistake because in one swift motion, Paulo shoved him back. Lewis lost his balance completely and crashed onto the marble floor. Pain shot through his butt and back as the impact knocked the breath out of him. He groaned loudly as he tried to sit up.

Together, they created a sky of iridescent bronze and amethyst, a celestial canvas that pulsed with the sixty-beat rhythm of a healthy universe. Toby sat at the helm, his silver eyes wide as he adjusted the quartz stabilizers. "Gravity is ten percent higher than Earth, but the resonance density is off the charts, Mom," he reported through the interstellar link, his voice sounding clear and bell-like despite the light-years of distance. "The ship is already starting to recharge its Sun Stones just from the atmospheric friction."

impact, the cold weight of the machine, and the scream of a species that refused to be silenced. The Mirror-Earth couldn't handle the "High-Entropy" data of a failing soul. The gray sky began to crack. The liquid mercury in the Well erupted into a fountain of black ink. The "Perfect" versions of their loved ones began to twist, their faces stretching into terrifying, geometric masks of static. "The Anchor-Node is the Well!" Sarah shouted over the comms from the Howl. "If you can destabilize the mercury pool, the gravity lock will shatter!"

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.