Grunkle Stan Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"Irene! Are you all right?" The tightness in Amara's chest eased slightly. 'At least she isn't in the coffin.' Then she got close enough to see the pit. She clapped a hand over her mouth and staggered sideways. "Amara! Amara!" Irene scrambled toward her on hands and knees and grabbed hold of her. The two sisters leaned against each other, both struggling to keep down what little remained in their stomachs. Stanley's expression remained composed as he walked to the edge of the pit and looked down. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, not because of the corpses, but because of what they represented.

"Blake! Help! Eva is trying to kill me!" With reckless abandon, Tally hurled herself down the stairs, dragging Eva along in a tumultuous descent. Despite Eva's frantic efforts to disentangle herself, Tally's relentless grasp kept her firmly tethered, their bodies tumbling uncontrollably, each step adding to the chaos of their descent. Bang! Eva's journey took a harrowing turn as she stumbled and tumbled down multiple flights of stairs, each impact against the unforgiving steps reverberating through her body. With each descent, her body absorbed the force of the falls, each collision leaving her increasingly battered and bruised.

“You’re calling in sick. The Sanderson wedding will survive without you for one day. You, on the other hand, need to fall apart properly before you rebuild.” “I’ve already fallen apart.” “Honey, you’ve barely cracked the surface.” Maya grabbed her phone. “I’m ordering Thai food. The good kind with extra spring rolls. You’re going to eat, cry, possibly throw things at the TV when the romantic lead does something stupid, and then we’re going to make a plan.” “A plan for what?” “For your life. Your new life. The one where you’re not molding yourself into whatever shape other people want.” Maya scrolled through her phone. “But first, sustenance and catharsis. Pad Thai or drunken noodles?”

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.

I stretch my hand despite his weight on me and Nagar to grab the pizza, but unboxing it is such and issue that the minute I finally manage to, it crashed to the ground. No pity for the exhausted girl? That however doesn't deter me from reaching to the ground and picking the slice that my hand catches and although it ends up as a conjoined slice, I don't care. I moan as the taste melts in my mouth, causing me Martinez to stir, but I couldn't possibly care about any other thing now. "Hmm,that was good", I hear him mutter but my eyes are closed as I continue to chew. "Damn it, Stella", he rises in a startled movement, but I still leave my eyes closed.

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.

Tristan: "Up and at them," I say, pushing the package up through the hole in the ceiling. "Here," Rebecca says, offering me her hand. "Not yet," I say, looking around. Seeing a seat, I grab and push it until it's underneath the hole. Climbing onto it, I then grab Rebecca's hand but even with standing on the chair instead of jumping, I'm still too heavy. The package joins in and together, the two pull me up.

Night fell, and Jackie took Yvonne into a room. … Half an hour later, they came out looking flushed and disheveled. As I stared at the screen, I sneered and called my father. "Alright, you can do it now, Dad. He'll lose everything he has after tonight." My dad said calmly, "Of course, Wisteria. It's all ready to go. I was just waiting for your call." Back in the hall, Jackie was standing on the stage like a successful man. "I have good news, guests! Oliviero International has decided to invest 750 million in my company. We will—"

My dignity took a nosedive. A gloved hand shot out and caught my elbow before I face-planted. “Whoa, easy there, new girl.” I looked up—way up—into eyes the exact color of the ice behind him. Blue. Freezing. Way too amused. Knox Callahan was even taller up close. And he was grinning like he’d just scored the game-winner. “I’m fine,” I squeaked, yanking my arm back. My cheeks were on fire despite the negative-degree temperature. “Just… practicing my interpretive falling.”

Rohan began, placing his glass down and gesturing for the bartender to refill it. "What's there to know?" Avery started, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ears. She sighed and squeezed her hand, a hint of sadness in her voice. "You see, I've faced my fair share of struggles. Life has tossed me into storms I never thought I could weather. I've felt the sting of heartbreak, the ache of loss, and the loneliness that comes with shattered dreams. My mom died, my dad got diagnosed with dementia, and I have to bear the burden alone," she shared, her voice filled with pain.